~Valerie~
The club is quiet in a heavy way. It’s barely noon, and the air is thick with the scent of floor wax, and the faint, lingering ghost of last night’s whiskey. The neon signs are humming, but the music hasn't started yet. It’s just us, the staff moving like shadows through the dim light of the main floor.
I’m on my hands and knees, scrubbing the base of the bar stools, but my mind isn't on the dirt. It’s on those two powerful men.
I shift my weight, and the fabric of my shorts rides up even higher. I went all in today. I wanted to look like the kind of trouble that keeps a man awake at night, sweating through his sheets. I’m wearing a white ribbed crop top that’s at least two sizes too small. The hem barely covers the underside of my breasts, leaving the heavy, rounded swell of
