after math

CHAPTER 6

I looked around me and noticed that everyone was still staring at me like I was crazy. I quietly sat down and took a sip of my whisky. Thea just face-palmed herself. I could tell she was more than just embarrassed. "Sorry," I mouthed when she shot me a death glare. "Let's leave. I'm coming back tomorrow morning with my resume. " I told her. "What? You don't need any qualifications to be a stripper, just go to their office and sign up or something. " "Well, I did not know that. Anyways,wish me luck." I said, rising from my seat. "Great. I finna go wait in the car". Thea replied and left. Okay, it's go time.

I found my way to the office and knocked on the door. "Come in," I heard a deep and husky masculine voice. I slowly turned the door knob.

The office looked soooo beautiful, and it exuded a sense of refined masculinity, with clean lines, rich textures, and a predominantly neutral colour palette. The walls are painted a warm, dark grey, providing a sophisticated backdrop for the room's furnishings.

A large, wooden desk sat at the room's centre, its surface adorned with a few, carefully chosen accessories: a sleek, silver pen holder, a leather-bound notebook, and a framed photograph. The desk's chair is a plush, black leather affair with a high back and sturdy arms.

The room's flooring was made of rich, dark hardwood, polished to a high shine. A plush, charcoal-gray area rug adds warmth and texture underfoot.

One wall was dedicated to a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, its wooden shelves laden with leather-bound volumes, decorative objects, and a few, carefully chosen pieces of artwork. The bookshelf added a sense of depth and visual interest to the room.

A comfortable, black leather sofa sat against one wall, accompanied by a low, wooden coffee table. The sofa is adorned with a few, carefully chosen throw pillows, adding a touch of color and texture to the room.

The office's lighting was warm and inviting, with a combination of table lamps, floor lamps, and overhead lighting providing a sense of brightness and airiness.

Throughout the room, there were carefully chosen decorative accents: a vintage, wooden globe, a few, framed pieces of artwork, and a decorative, silver vase. These accents added a sense of personality and visual interest to the room, helping to create a warm, inviting atmosphere.

Overall, the office was a masculine, refined space that exuded a sense of sophistication and style. It's the perfect place for a busy professional to work, relax, and entertain clients. I gasped, looking around. Then, my eyes went to the guy sitting behind the desk. He was damn sexy with coffee, brown, warm eyes, dark hair, and pink plump lips. "Have a seat." He said, pointing to the black leather sofa and then flashed me a grin. 'Wow, he's got such a beautiful smile'. I thought. "So why are you here?" He asked. "Oh! It's for the stripping job. " I replied, feeling really ashamed. "Okay," he mumbled. "Name?" "Jenna Flores." I said. "So, come back tomorrow night and join the other ladies." He replied. "That's it?" I questioned. "Yeah, you can leave." "Are you the boss or something?" I asked. "Nah. I'm his secretary. " He said, smiling. I nodded and stood up to leave when the door flung open, and the most beautiful creature I had ever seen walked into the room.

He was tall, around 6'2", with a chiselled physique that seems carved from marble. His skin has a warm, golden undertone, as if kissed by the Mediterranean sun.

His eyes are an arresting shade of blue, reminiscent of a clear summer sky. They sparkle with warmth and kindness, putting those around him at ease. They were also kinda cold. But it felt soooo good to look at them.

His hair was a rich, dark brown, perfectly messy and effortlessly stylish. A few loose strands often fall across his forehead, adding to his endearing charm.

His features were strong and defined, with high cheekbones, a straight nose, and a determined jawline. His lips curve into a perpetual, enigmatic smile, hinting at a sharp mind and quick wit.

When he moved, his muscles rippled beneath his skin, showcasing his impressive strength and agility. Every gesture exuded confidence and poise, as if he's always ready to take on the world.

Overall, he embodied the essence of a Greek god – powerful, captivating, and unforgettable. My heart literally skipped a beat when his eyes met mine. Then he looked at me from head to toe and spoke to his secretary; "Aurelio,chi è questo?" [Aurelio, who is this?]. OMG! He's Italian? But for some strange reason, my mind kept drifting to the perfect sound of his voice. It was as smooth as fine whiskey, with a depth that resonates like thunder on a summer night. It was a voice that's low and husky, with a subtle growl that sent shivers down my spine.

When he spoke, his words were dripping with confidence and masculinity, like a slow-burning fire that's impossible to ignore. Every syllable was infused with a sense of authority and power, making me feel like I was listening to a commanding presence.

The timbre was rich and full-bodied, with a hint of roughness around the edges. It was like the voice of a rugged outdoorsman, tempered by a hint of sophistication and refinement. "OH! è una ragazza nuova. vuole unirsi alle spogliarelliste".[oh! she's a new girl. wants to join the strippers] The guy behind the desk replied. Okay, I got the feeling they were talking about me.