Damon had gone out for a business meeting and I decided to take my revenge by getting a grip just like he suggested.
I’d be getting a grip on the pole.
“Ouu, bella donna,” a man said. “Cosa ti porta qui?”
I raised a brow. “I only speak English and Mandarin.”
He smiled, revealing his gold teeth. “I was just saying how beautiful you are. What brings such beauty here?”
“I want to speak to the boss,” I said, tugging the fur coat over my body tightly. “I’d like to have a chance at the pole.”
His smile widened. “I’m the boss here, cara. Call me Antonio. And you don’t look like the kind of girls we get in here.”
“Let’s save the interview for after my performance. But first, call Damon Gravari and tell him Gabrielle Vanderbilt came looking for him,” I said with a smile.
I took off my co
