Page 14 of Wrecked By a Devil
During the audition we don’t require the girls to strip, so I never questioned how she feels about stripping. Looking at her now, I’m starting to second guess my decision to hire her.
If she has a problem with stripping, it would be a serious problem.
“So this is why you insisted on keeping an eye on the rehearsal while working,” Cain leans back, laughing.
“What are you talking about?”
My brother points at the girl dancing on stage. “You seem very interested in this particular one.”
“Don’t be childish,” I shoot him a look. “It’s my job to make sure our new dancers are the right fit for this job, and to keep an eye on her all things considered.”
“You definitely seem to have eyes for only her,” he raises an eyebrow.
“That’s not true.”
Cain grins. “When did you last score, brother?”
“Cut it off, Cain.” The last thing I’m interested in right now is talking about my sex life when our entire empire is at risk. “She’s the girl that saw me interrogate that guy last night.”
“Oh,” he turns around to take a better look at Riley. “She’s hot. Ever done it with a hot spy?”
“I don’t think she’s a spy,” I glance back at Riley, who’s now dancing on the pole. She’s a natural, as if she was born to dance and speak with her body. “But that doesn’t mean I should make the mistake to let her off so easily.”
Until I’m sure that she does not present a danger to Eden or my family, I am not going to take my eye off of her.
That’s when Riley wraps one hand around the pole and copies the move Jena just demonstrated. She hooks one leg around it and pushes off the floor. She makes the spin look effortless, laughing at something Jena is saying as she lands.
Fuck.
My dick strains against my pants.
“We’re glad to have you, thank you for putting your trust in Eden,” I end the phone call with a new client we signed a contract with at Eden.
On paper, the contract looks like a rich guy signing up for a membership in an elite club. In reality, they’ve just joined our magnificent scheme that will allow them to do money laundering without anyone being able to catch them.
It’s one of many exclusive services my family has been offering for decades. The clients trust us enough with their dirtiest profit and in turn we make our own profit through them.
After packing up the things I’ve been working on and dropping everything at the office, I head to the changing room to look for Riley.
The door is slightly open and I find myself frozen in place. I can see her reflection in one of the mirrors. There doesn’t seem to be anyone else in the room and I clear my throat before knocking on the door two times.
“Come on in,” Riley doesn’t bother turning around, probably assuming it’s one of the girls coming back for something.
“Come to my office.” As I speak, she freezes. “We need to have a conversation.”
“I’ll be done in less than a minute.”
“You have exactly a minute to finish that and pick all your things up,” I turn around and wait for her in the hallway.
Two other girls walk out from the other dressing room, both laughing and giggling about something. Their faces go blank as they see me and after greeting me politely, they rush outside. It’s not common for me or my brothers to come down here and interact with the girls, there are staff members in charge of that particular task.
“What is he doing here?” I hear one of them whisper.
“I don’t know,” the other one says. “I hope the new girl is not in trouble.”
“Maybe it’s about…”
As they get further away, I can’t hear their conversation anymore, but even without hearing it, I know exactly what they were talking about. The girls are as worried as my brothers and I are about the disappearances. Some quit, scared that if they kept working here, they’d be putting themselves in danger. And I can’t really blame them for being scared. My job as their boss is to make sure they’re safe, but when I can’t guarantee their safety, they’re free to do whatever they think is right to protect themselves.
