The weight on my shoulders suddenly evaporates, as if this is the one thing I needed to do to make myself feel better. I feel so much lighter, and I know deep down, I’ve made the right choice. And that’s the very moment, I see the concern in his eyes change to delight and relief.
Narrowing my gaze, I ask, “You’re happy about this?”
“Yes,” he answers, as if that simple answer is all that’s needed.
A sudden rush of anger washes through me, because here I am, thinking he’s going to be upset I’m quitting without a notice, but he’s happy about it? “Why are you happy I’m quitting?”
He’s standing a few inches away from me, but I feel as if a mountain is between us. It comes on so fast, that I have to step back from the intensity of it. As he clenches his jaw, I shake my head, knowing he doesn’t want to answer me. “You know, this bullshit of ignoring me is getting real old, real fast.”
“You’ll do well to remember who you’re talking to,” he harshly warns, but I’m done caring.
“That may work in the bedroom, but you know damn well, you do not control anything else about my life.”
Pure dominance rolls off of him in waves, and I know I’m walking on a thin line. It’s one thing to think how I am, but it’s a whole new game, saying it out loud. However, I don’t regret what I said, because it’s the truth.
As we both stand still, it’s clear to me that he’s not willing to back down, or tell me what he’s thinking. Is it too much to ask for him to be honest with me? Shaking my head, my stomach drops, knowing we may never get past this part of our relationship, or whatever we are.
Rolling my eyes, I start to turn and leave, but he grabs my hand, jerking me back into his chest. “Ty moy, vot pochemu,” he says, but I push him away, knowing why he said it in Russian.
He doesn’t want me to know what he said.
Hurt and anger flow through me, hating he does this to me. Pushing away from him once more, I’m surprised, when he lets me go, and just as I’m about to walk out of his office, Margo magically appears. My irritation is getting the best of me, so I suck in a deep breath, trying to calm down.
“Oh, hey. Did you tell her the good news yet?” Margo asks him, and I frown, having no clue what she’s talking about.
“No, not yet.” His intense gaze finds mine, as he states, “I’m promoting you as the new manager, since Margo is going to manage the other club. She’s here to train you to make sure you’re ready, when she officially transfers.”
Is that why he was happy I was quitting as a dancer, or is there more to this? Either way, I know this is a good opportunity. When I got my degree, I never wanted to have a desk job. I’ll do better on the floor, working with my hands and on my feet.
This is the perfect job for me.
“Do you accept?” Sebastian asks, interrupting my thoughts. “We’ll talk about your pay and your new contract later,” he adds, and I suddenly have a flashback of when he asked me to be his submissive.
Even if I’m pissed at him, I still want to work. That’s one of the main reasons why I held off on quitting as a dancer. I’ve grown, since I first started working here, and dismissing this job would be a mistake. Glancing at Margo, she gives me a single nod, and then I turn back to Sebastian.
“Yes, I accept.”
Feeling as if he wants to say something more, I don’t move, until Margo cuts in. “Alright, good. Let’s get started. You have a lot to learn.”
Having no choice, but to follow her, I give Sebastian one final glance, and then trail behind Margo. As I hear the office door shut, I have a feeling him and I are far from done with this conversation.
One week later
Gazing at my reflection, I wonder what Sebastian’s reaction will be, when he sees me. This past week has been difficult to say the least between us. With all my time focused on training for my new position, and then Sebastian working all the time at the new club, our time together has been strained. Not to mention, we’ve yet to have a chance to discuss what really happened, when I quit, and then accepted my new role.
However, I’ve missed him terribly, but I also understand why we haven’t had much time for each other.
Moving away from the mirror, I try once more to finish zipping up my dress. Hearing a knock on my door, I give up, and then make my way to answer it. Opening it up, my heart jumps, seeing him for the first time in a week. While it’s been nice to work with Viktor again, I’d much rather see Sebastian at The Gentlemen’s Club.
It’s hard to remember how to breathe, as he stands before me, wearing a tux that looks like it was made just for him. As my eyes take him in, I realize a week has been way too long. Once I finish ogling him, I finally notice he got a haircut, too. Making it to his green eyes, I smile, noticing his smirk. “Hi.”
Standing still, as he looks me over from head to toe, my stomach dips. I’ve missed that intense gaze, traveling all over my body. I’ve missed everything about him. “You look …” He stops for a moment, and I wait impatiently for him to finish. “Utterly breathtaking.”
The dress I chose has an emerald silk skirt, and the top has short sleeves with a flesh colored mesh with black embroidery flowers on it. When I first saw it, I instantly knew I had to buy it. The
