CHAPTER 3
900 Words
Carolina's POV:
When I arrived at the Blues Clubhouse, guests, passersby, and staff in the big, luxurious venue glanced at me as if I'd taken a wrong turn.
"Hey! Where are you going?" a tough-looking security guard stopped me just before I could reach the entrance of the opulent club.
"I'm here to see a friend of mine, Lucy Campbell," I said, and the security guard's eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"There's no one by that name here. Call her or wait outside until you see her!" he barked, making me jump back in fright.
I collided with someone behind me, and a deep voice mumbled, "Hey! Easy, miss! Watch your step!" He caught me before I could fall to the ground—I'd stepped on his feet and lost my balance in the process.
His firm arms encircled my waist, and it seemed like time stopped as we gazed into each other's eyes.
"Hey, are you all right?" he asked, steadying me back on my feet.
I was breathless for a moment; I'd never seen a handsome man like him before. He looked like a model straight off a magazine cover.
"Yeah… I'm… fine," I spluttered, taking in his handsome, brown-skinned face. He was tall, muscular, and incredibly attractive. His rich scent sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment; I hadn't expected a man like him to catch me after the security guard's scare.
"That's fine," he said, glancing at my outfit. His brows furrowed at first, then he added, "Come with me."
"Me?" I asked in surprise as he stepped aside.
"Yeah," he replied. "I just want to talk to you. What are you doing here? You seem a bit out of place."
I lowered my head, knowing he was just being kind. Before I could answer, my phone rang loudly, breaking the awkward tension between me and the stranger.
"Excuse me, sir. My friend is calling," I said, stepping away to answer it. I glanced back to see if the handsome stranger was still there, but he'd vanished. I felt a pang of sadness—I hadn't even gotten a chance to talk to him properly. Maybe he'd seen who I was there to meet.
"Hello, Lucy," I said into the phone.
"Hey, Carolina. Where are you? I just came out and I can't find you. Do you know what time it is?" Lucy shouted over the line, and I laughed to ease my disappointment.
"Yeah, I know. It's 8:30 p.m. I'm outside the club, and the security guard won't let me in," I told her.
"Come over now. My boss is waiting to see you," she said.
"Alright." I rushed to the front of the club, and this time, Lucy was standing there elegantly like a queen, tapping her foot as she watched me hurry over.
"Where did you go? I almost thought you weren't coming," Lucy complained, frowning. She wore a red body-con dress that perfectly hugged her slim figure. She had big breasts, just like me.
"The security guard refused to let me in and said there's no one named Lucy here," I whispered in her ear, and she laughed.
"You don't expect me to use my real name in a place like this. We all use fake names, and that's what you're going to do too," she said, grabbing my hand and dragging me inside the club. This time, the security guard didn't stop us; he just shot me a narrow glance.
The loud music filled the air of the magnificent clubhouse as Lucy and I walked in. It was my first time in a club, and I felt so anxious.
"Walk faster," Lucy urged, leading me around a corner. We approached her boss, who was deep in conversation with a man and his companion.
"Excuse me, Mr. Karen," Lucy said, snapping her boss's attention back to her.
"Yeah, Agnes? How can I help you?" he asked, finally stepping away from the couple he'd been talking to.
Lucy introduced me excitedly. "Sir, this is my best friend I told you about. Her name is Joy, and she needs a job as a server."
Mr. Karen looked me up and down. "Have you worked in a club before?"
"No, sir," I replied nervously.
"Well, do you know what the job entails? You'll have to entertain my clients, not just serve them drinks. If you like, you can hook up with them—but remember to use protection," he lectured, and my cheeks flushed.
"Um, I can interact with the clients. But I can't sleep with anyone, sir," I said, and Mr. Karen frowned. Lucy pinched me and quickly jumped in. "Mr. Karen, don't worry. I'll train Joy, and she'll do just fine."
Mr. Karen glanced from me to Lucy and shrugged. "I'm counting on you, Agnes. Get your friend to change out of those rags she's wearing. I don't want her scaring off my clients."
"Okay, sir," Lucy said, and she dragged me toward the elevator.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked, and she laughed.
"To the boutique. Didn't you know the Blues Clubhouse has a private one where female staff can change if their clothes get dirty or torn—or if they end up spending the night here?" she explained, and I stared at her in surprise.
"Seriously?" I asked as we stepped into the elevator.
"Yeah," she confirmed.
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