Damien’s face lights up, brightening his olive skin as he looks over at the dark haired waitress standing over in the far corner with the bright green eyes. He had his eye on her from the second he walked in.
Waitresses here are not like the usual you’d find in a club. I wanted everything exactly like the Dark Odyssey in Chicago, so these girls agree to be part of the fantasy and will do whatever they’re asked.
“I’ll do that.” He nods and puts out his hand to shake mine.
I shake his hand and he gets up with his men and they make their way over to the bar.
I raise my hand so one of the waitresses will bring over the drinks. They aren’t allowed to come near us until I do that. The meetings and discussions we have here are near enough the same as the ones we hold at Romanov Logistics, so I have utter privacy. Meetings I want to keep secret though are held at the company.
When one of the virtually topless waitresses makes her way up the little steps leading up to us Maksim leans closer, and I take note of the curiosity in his eyes.
“Not going to choose your own woman tonight cousin?” he asks. “Thought you might have seen something you liked. She looked like your type.”
I cut him a sharp glance, annoyed he’d caught me looking at the woman earlier.
Unable to control my thoughts and apparently my eyes, I look back to the section where she stood on the floor below by the bar. She’s gone now, and I almost feel some regret for allowing her to leave.
“No. I don’t have time for shit.”
“Sometimes a break couldn’t hurt. A break with a beauty like that couldn’t hurt. It’s what I would do if I owned a club like this and everything inside it.” Maksim raises a brow and Ilya gives a nod.
I stand, standing by my word that I don’t have time for shit.
I don’t want a break. Not even for a moment. “Another time.” I answer and leave them.
I have a few contracts left to go over and I don’t like work piling up or crossing over. I like to keep what I do here separate to Romanov Logistics. I have a good set up here with an account’s manager, a club manager, and a good team who makes sure the place runs as it should, but there are somethings I have to do myself.
I spend a few hours in my office doing just that then shut down everything a little after one in the morning.
As I walk out of the office, I spot Gina, one of my main girls standing at the end of the corridor near the private suites clients can book for the night. She takes care of the girls who get booked and makes sure my hundred bed fantasy hotel is exactly that. Part of the fantasy.
She was a favorite of mine months ago because she knows what I want. The look she gives me now is one that should lure me back to her, but I have to get my ass home and I have no interest in her.
“Aren’t you going to stay the night?” Gina asks with a wide sexy grin. She leans against the wall and the movement shows off her deep cleavage and the sheer material covering her tits.
“No.”
“I could make it worth your time, Pakhan.” A seductive spark brightens her eyes.
“No.” I give her a hard look that stops her from continuing her pursuit.
“Okay. I’ll be here when you’re ready.” She dips her head and smiles.
I stride away down the corridor with the first set of rooms. It’s quicker to get to the parking lot from here.
The sound of hard-core sex fills my ears and I remember the beauty from earlier. It’s been too long since I had a woman if I have one woman stuck in my head.
Fuck though, she was perfect. I can’t imagine a man alive who wouldn’t have her stuck in his head.
The cold blast of the chilly night air ruffles my hair when I step outside into the parking lot.
As I walk over to my bike my steps slow when the heated, fixated, weight of eyes on me makes the hairs on the back of my neck raise.
My reaction is not caused from fear.
I fear nothing.You don’t when you’re a predator.
That reaction is a heads up. A warning.