CEO’S DARING SECRETARY

/-Kyra-/ Icy oceanic eyes. Rich pachouli scent that lingered in every corner he passed through. Six foot three. Lean muscular build devoid of tattoos and piercings. The thick medium length jet black hair swept neatly with a few short stubborn strands falling over his face. Typical black suit, white shirt man and most importantly, the domineering aura that oozed from him, unsettling those around him. I knew this man. I saw him every single night I graced the poles of Inferno. He was possibly ten to twelve years older than me. He sat there, a shot of Billionaire Vodka in one hand and a cigarette in the other, eyes trained on me with an intensity that made my insides burn. As my body curled around the poles, dropping in a sensual plight, accentuating every note of the slow daring song, he slowly sipped his drink. The crowd, of course, were entrapped in the siren-like movements, spraying the cash they had on them as they hoped to catch my attention. But there was only one man in the room I wanted. The only gaze my body recognized. Davies Vincenzo. The only VVIP member who never went home with a stripper. Forbade anyone from even getting close to him. Ordered the most expensive alcohol and cigarette packs yet managed to leave Inferno with a clear mind. The only one whose gaze did all the touching without him lifting a finger. Cheers erupted as I concluded my dance. I got off the poles and headed to the bar. The lustful gazes made my skin crawl as I pushed past them but they knew better than touching me, no matter how high or drunk they were. "Kyra!" Someone yelled from behind me. "That was absolutely amazing. The men are running wild." I turned to the sturdy annoying man, who was otherwise my boss. "Your aunt didn't make a mistake sending you here. Since you wrapped yourself around those poles, Inferno has gotten quite a remarkable number of customers. Just imagine how much you'd make when you start taking nights," Manager Kim grinned. I didn't return his smile. There was nothing funny about my situation and rubbing it on my face was a very shitty thing to do. "Do I at least get to keep a share of my tips tonight?" I asked. "Absolutely not, sweetheart. As per our agreement, your earnings go straight to your aunt's accounts so do the tips. You should be at least grateful that all your drinks are on the house," he stated and my fists clenched by my sides. What I would give to punch the asshole in the face! I turned to Axel, the bartender, "Cook me something strong. I need to forget to send myself to jail." A chuckle fell from his lips as his gaze fell on the bald-headed man. "Sure. We all need that." "What is that supposed to mean?" Kim seethed, sensing that the exchange was about him. I didn't say a word and neither did Axel, even though we knew it would most likely get us fired if they weren't short-staffed. He stomped away from us with clear annoyance and Axel pushed a tray containing six shots of cocktail. "How're you holding up? It must be hard for you," Axel's voice was laced with a deep concern that made my eyes water but I didn't dare cry. Not here. Certainly not now. "She says the money can be used for my father's treatment since I am currently jobless, but every day I see her and Jana come home with at least six shopping bags, and I don't know if I should worry or not. Just yesterday, she was talking about renting a car," I answered. "That's f****d up. Maybe you should go to the hospital, you know, check the debt pile. I'm certain you'd know if she's flaunting your money or hers," Axel suggested. I let out a bitter laugh. "My aunt is unemployed and Jana is a freshman. My dad was the one clearing the bills before he slumped and suddenly needed a transplant," I explained. "So you're his replacement? If I'm not wrong, you're just twenty-two; you should be in school, too. She has no right to throw you here and seize your wages," he said plainly. I wish he could tell her that. "I have a few interviews tomorrow. Let's just hope it turns out well, yeah?" I picked a shot and threw it into my mouth. "Okay, this is strong," I commented. Just then, a group of guards approached the bar. I recognized them as Davies guards. They usually came with him every night to the club. "Excuse me," one of them said politely. "We were asked to bring you in for a private session." A private session? When did that happen? "For whom? Is manager Kim aware of this?" I asked with a puzzled expression. I was not yet experienced enough to host a private session, or so manager Kim told me, but I heard from other strippers that private sessions were gold. You could make more than ten thousand dollars in one night if you danced for the right person. "Yes. Our boss was just speaking to him. Davies Vincenzo wants you to dance for him tonight," he answered. My heart must have skipped at least three beats. Davies Vincenzo, the dream of all strippers, wanted to see an inexperienced dancer like me. Even Axel was shocked. All through his years here, he had never seen Davies pick anyone. He only watched, drank and left. "It would be appreciated if you come with us immediately," he insisted, and I threw three more shots in my mouth. My nerves were beginning to act up and I didn't want to humiliate myself before the man I often fantasize about. The alcohol in my system was taking effect and I felt light until I was taken to the VVIP private room. His piercing gaze raked through me and I moved my hands behind me, hoping to hide the sweaty, nervous, fiddling. Manager Kim was nowhere in sight, so I didn't know how to act or what to expect. If I should make small talk or just go straight to the poles as I always did. As his eyes continued to scrutinize me, I prayed that my anxiety wasn't plastered on my face. That would be disastrous. "Sit," came a one-word command. My body dropped almost unconsciously to the seat. My stomach twisted tightly into a knot. Just one word and it had all the nerves in my body triggered, waking goosebumps all over my skin. The guards exited the room, leaving me to my internal struggle and the large man seated a few meters away from me. He poured champagne into the glass and handed it to me. I accepted it with trembling hands. "I like it when you tremble," He commented in a deep, rich, silky tone, crushing his cigarette on the ashtray. He picked another one. I almost choked and he rubbed my back gently. I couldn't deny the chills that ran down my spine at the Innocent gesture. I was grateful the mask on my face hid my coloured cheeks. "Easy there, bunny. I don't mean to frighten you," he moved his hand away quickly, almost as though he regretted touching me, but my mind was fixed on something else. Bunny? The music suddenly changed to something slow and sensual. For some reason, my eyes drifted to his. "Should I get on the poles?" I asked, almost quietly. "No, I've watched you on the poles long enough," he shrugged, picking up his drink. "Get on me, bunny, I want to feel you." This time, I choked for real but on nothing. A sigh fell off his lips, heightening my embarrassment. "I don't like naive girls." "I'm sorry," I apologized quickly. "I just didn't think you would want me to get on you immediately." There was slight irritation in his face but it melted away when his eyes met mine. "Your words suggest you don't like older men, but on the poles, your eyes say differently when you stare at me," he noted, and I tried to keep myself from flinching. The man was so good at saying unexpected things that would startle me and make me look like an i***t. “And it seems you don't want me. Why did you call me then?" I asked him. "Because I like the way your eyes take me in. The way they portray your desires so I decided to give you a chance," he shrugged. My heart felt like it was going to explode from nervousness and excitement. While on the poles, all I could think about was him making me submit beneath him, yet now I was up close, it felt like I would pass out from shyness. My face was already hot enough to iron a hundred shirts. "A chance?" Those oceanic eyes flickered to me. "Yes, sweetheart. A chance to touch me anyhow you want." I bit my lip. "What if... I want you to touch me?"