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Chapter 9: He Is So Handsome Chapter 9: He Is So Handsome Angelia

It has been one week and I still felt mortified, I couldn't believe that I didn't think before I went to that club. Of course, a club like That should be expensive, I should have known given how exclusive it was but no, I went headfirst into Pleasure Palace without any thoughts whatsoever. It was odd because that wasn't who I really was. I over-thought and overanalyzed every situation before going forth with anything. I guess the reason I didn't do it now was that I didn't want to give myself an excuse to avoid going at all and now I regret it. I 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. I just, if I got burned once, I usually avoided getting burned again. For the first time in my life, I stepped way out of my comfort zone and I was left humiliated. Did that make me want to try again? Hell no. Get me a dry martini with lemon juice, beautiful. A voice commanded to my left, I**ally rolled my eyes as I stepped up to the guy and my smile was stiff. "That will be twenty dollars." I said as I waited for him to hand me either 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 I 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 I had to give customers.

"Thank

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

I 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 some on the glass. After straining the drink into the glass, I dropped the lemon peel in. While I was working, I could feel eyes on me, just lik I had ever since she had opened. It made my skin burn but it wasn't unpleasant. I 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 I was on display, was something wrong with me? Maybe probably yes.

"Here you go, I placed the glass in front of the customer and moved on to the next person. Whenever I ver I was at at work, the time went by crazy fast, mostly because of how busy it kept me. Chapter 9: He is So HandsomeContent is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

There was never time to take a break longer than five minute breath before someone needed me. Thankfully, I wasn't on the ice shift tonight. I 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 I was interested in that kind of attention. Either way, getting hit on, I could imagine

but when they got grabby, that was always uncomfortable. Luckily I was only ever behind the bar and it gave me a foot worth of cover from the worst of the men.

I felt terrible for the waiters, we did have a couple of bouncers, though and they always stopped the customers if it became more than one small grab. I stepped towards the next customer, waiting to order and only looking up when I was right in front of him. I froze, staring at the most handsome man I 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 made me fantasize 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. I have never had a type, not that I knew of at least but if I have had one, he checked off all the boxes. Something about him seemed familiar like I should have recognized him but I shrugged it off. I would have remembered him if I had ever met him before, wouldn't I? "What can I get t t for you?" I 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." I 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.

I wondered what kind of exercise he preferred. When I looked back up, he wore a smirk like he knew exactly what I had been thinking about. "You are absolutely right, I will take that." Once again, his voice was so damn smooth. I had never heard a sexier voice before.

As I turned around to grab what I needed, I felt him watching me and it was intense. I 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 I mixed his drink, too

me. conscious of this ridiculously handsome man watching

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slug Here you go, as I 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, leading me to think I 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." I stuttered, my cheeks burning a little as I 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, I finally feel like I could breathe. He had literally stolen my air but was now thing it back