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Chapter 9: He Is So HandsChapter 9: He Is So HandsAngelia

It has been one week and | still felt mortified, | couldn't believe that I didn't think before | went to that club. Of

course, a club like That should be expensive, | should have known given how exclusive it was but no, | went

headfirst into Pleasure Palace without any thoughts whatsoever. It was odd because that wasn't who | really was.

| over-thought and overanalyzed every situation before going forth with anything. | guess the reason | didn't do it

now was that | didn't want to give myself an excuse to avoid going at all and now | regret it. | hadn't researched

any other bdsm club in the city afterwards even though the craving to explore submission was heightened much

more after seeing it with my own eyes. | just, if | got burned once, | usually avoided getting burned again. For the

first tin my life, | stepped way out of my comfort zone and | was left humiliated. Did that makewant to

try again? Hell no. Geta dry martini with lemon juice, beautiful. A voice commanded to my left, I**ally rolled

my eyes as | stepped up to the guy and my smile was stiff. "That will be twenty dollars." | said as | waited for him

to handeither his card or cash.

Keep the change. He said with the most obnoxious smile. The guy looked sleazy with his hair weren't check with

whats heard people used to try to avoid paying before | began to work here and they had to adjust accordingly

as they didn't lose any money.

We always took payment before you," my cheeks hurt from all the fake smiles | had to give customers.

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hair combed back with what seemed like an entire box of hair wax.

| got to work on his order, grabbing both the vodka and dry vermouth and poured it in a shake before shaking it

and then cut a lemon and rubbed son the glass. After straining the drink into the glass, | dropped the lemon

peel in. While | was working, | could feel eyes on me, just lik | had ever since she had opened. It made my skin

burn but it wasn't unpleasant. | should have fe nervous or scared, there were many creeps here but it made me

hot and bothered instead, knowing someone saw my every move. It was like | was on display, was something

wrong with me? Maybe probably yes.

"Here you go, | placed the glass in front of the customer and moved on to the next person. Whenever | ver | was

at at work, the twent by crazy fast, mostly because of how busy it kept me. Chapter 9: He is So Handsome

There was never tto take a break longer than five minute breath before someone needed me. Thankfully, |

wasn't on the ice shift tonight. | hated being on the ice shift, carrying heavy ice every thirty-five minutes to fill up

in the bar. People at nightclubs were the worst, usually they were either too drink to have common decency or

were just as much a***oles sober.

With my tight white crop t top and De Iceberg logo and black booty shorts, the standard uniform for women

working here, I had many men and women hitting on me. As if showing skin meant | was interested in that kind

of attention. Either way, getting hit on, | could imagine

but when they got grabby, that was always uncomfortable. Luckily | was only ever behind the bar and it gave me

a foot worth of cover from the worst of the men.

| felt terrible for the waiters, we did have a couple of bouncers, though and they always stopped the customers if

it becmore than one small grab. | stepped towards the next customer, waiting to order and only looking up

when | was right in front of him. | froze, staring at the most handsman | had ever seen. Dark rugged hair

lazily styled as if he was just rolled out of bed. Piercing amber eyes framed by long black lashes. And that jaw, it

could cut diamonds with how sharp it was. A five o'clock shadow madefantasize about how it it would feel

against my skin. He was wearing a black shirt, the sleeve rolled up to his elbow, showcasing tan muscular

forearms. He looked stylish. | have never had a type, not that | knew of at least but if | have had one, he checked

off all the boxes. Something about him seemed familiar like | should have recognized him but | shrugged it off. |

would have remembered him if | had ever met him before, wouldn't I? "What can | get t t for you?" | forced a

smile to my face even as my heart stuttered.

"What do

what

you

recommend?" His voice was like the softest silk, so smooth and deep and it did something to me, making my

skin buzz with electricity as it enfolded me.

second too "You looked like a rum and coke kind of man." | guessed, my eyes lingered for a split long on his

chest, the shirt was fitted to his body and gosh, he was clearly a fan of exercising.

| wondered what kind of exercise he preferred. When | looked back up, he wore a smirk like he knew exactly what

| had been thinking about. "You are absolutely right, | will take that." Once again, his voice was so damn smooth.

I had never heard a sexier voice before.

As | turned around to grab what | needed, | felt him watchingand it was intense. | had to hold in a shudder as

1 bent to reach the coke in the fridge, feeling his eyes on my a*** just as clearly as if it had been his hand on

me. My hands shook slightly as | mixed his drink, too

me. conscious of this ridiculously handsman watching

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slug Here you go, as | placed the glass in front of him he moved to grab it and band against nine

1 namped slightly at the contact, feeling an electricument where he had the hd ter experienced something like

that with anyone before and definitely red from such an inzet touch. His eyes had widened a bit as if he too had

felt it, a millisecond later and the surprise in his eyes were gone, leadingto think | might have bagined

seeing it in the first place.

"Thank you, honey bunny. He said and if that didigt make my heart beat any faster, 1 dont voo what would.

you are welcome." | stuttered, my cheeks burning a little as | stumbled over the words,

With another smirk, he rose gracefully from his chair and walked away. Standing there, staring at the man

moving confidently through the crowd as if nothing and no one could touch him and then, | finally feel like I could

breathe. He had literally stolen my air but was now thing it back

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