Stripped - A Forbidden Hot Boss Romance

I might not like the idea of managing a strip club, but now that we owned one, I would do everything I could to make it a success.

We’d invited the club’s most loyal customers and had handpicked some of the high rollers from our other clubs. We wanted to open The Bachelor with a bang. The most popular girls would perform, including the headliner, Red Velvet.

I strolled through the parking lot, telling myself I wouldn’t fall for her charms. I was a businessman and all about making money—nothing else. As I stood at the threshold, I rolled my shoulders back. I would leave my personal feelings at the door.

Despite my inner turmoil, I would act professionally and treat everyone as my equal—the same way I treated the employees who kept their clothes on.

Once inside, I eyed the new interior critically, looking for a fault, but I couldn’t find any. The contractors had done an impressive job, and the money we’d spent for the refurbishment had been worth every penny.

Noah stood behind the bar, walking the bartenders through the cocktail menu. He acted like a stoner and looked like a beach bum, but he knew his way around a bar and was a master mixologist. In college, Noah’s legendary concoctions got the party started.

When we’d graduated, he took a job with Diageo, the alcohol company. He had worked his way around the world, learning all he could about the liquor business.

When he saw me, he grinned. The bartenders and waitstaff all wore skimpy uniforms that showed off their cleavage. We’d hired all shapes and sizes from thick to curvy to athletic to androgynous. Everyone had different tastes, and we wanted to tap into that.

Jack sat at a high-top table with Deke, Blade, and the other security team members.

Being a martial arts expert and a tech genius, Jack took care of all our security needs. He could kill with one punch, and the guy’s IQ would make Einstein jealous.

Then there was Liam, who was currently doing a walkthrough of the club with a clipboard in his hand. My cousin could sniff out a business deal like a vampire could sniff out blood. He was savvy, slick, and shrewd, and I trusted him with my life. Liam was always thinking, always planning, always scheming. If you got on the wrong side of him, watch out.

Then there was me. What did I bring to the table? I had a head for numbers and made sure we dotted every I and crossed every T. I researched, planned, and kept our accounts up to date.

Growing up, I’d been a jock and a nerd. Mixing both worlds wasn’t always easy. The football team would bust my balls about my perfect A grades, and the nerds eyed me warily, wondering if and when I would give them a wedgie.

Running nightclubs hadn’t been on my radar. After graduation, I’d taken a job with Blackrock and had planned to work my way up the ladder, but life gave me—gave us—an opportunity we couldn’t pass up.

We’d all worked at Squires throughout college, a squalid nightclub with broken bathroom stalls and sixty-year-old decor. The clientele wasn’t much younger. The place was a dump and needed to be demolished, but we always went back to meet up for old time’s sake when we were all in town. One night, Adam, the owner, said he was up and moving to Miami and offered to sell us Squires for a reasonable price.

We were drunk and joked about owning the club and what we would do. Over the weeks that followed, the more we thought about it, the better the idea seemed.

We borrowed from our families and secured business loans. That was ten years ago, and we now owned twenty successful bars and nightclubs in Atlanta.

I went into the office, turned on the security screens, and watched as The Bachelor came to life.

The girls meandered around. One by one, they got on the stage to practice their routines for later. While they did that, I got on with studying the profit and loss sheets.

When I looked up from my spreadsheets, a flash of red caught my attention. Alyssa sashayed onto the stage.

I leaned back in my chair and watched. Mesmerized by her erotic movements. There was a reason why she was the main draw. Every move she made was sultry and sexy. My dick hardened, and a groan fell from my lips.

Now wasn’t the time to get a hard-on, but I was helpless where she was concerned.

I wasn’t the kind of man who stroked one out at work, but if I didn’t take care of my cock, I wouldn’t be able to focus for the rest of the day. After ensuring the office door was locked, I sat in front of the monitors, unzipped my pants, and took my throbbing shaft out.