Chapter 7

POV Bruce

We were in the hotel's nightclub.

It was Vegas, we didn’t need to go far. The place was an ivory palace that made anyone feel like a star. We passed the gaming tables, but since they didn’t catch our attention, we went straight to the nightclub, where the music was blaring. The tables in the corner allowed everyone to dance freely, and in the middle of the large dance floor, professional dancers spun on the pole.

With the drink in my fingers, I scanned the place, looking for any woman who might catch our attention. I glanced at the watch on my wrist—it was past midnight. The little devil would already be passed out on top of the documents in her room.

“Do you guys want anything else?” the waitress in an extremely tight dress, showing off the deep valley of her breasts, asked.

“No, thanks,” Tauro replied politely, turning to the dance floor, observing everything.

“The Chinese liked what they saw…” I took the drink to my lips, remembering the meeting. Zelda had laid everything out clearly. For an intern, she was fast. All the points and credits were in the folders she handed over as the company portfolio. I watched curiously how she had developed since then, always calm and serene. She smiled, making the place pleasant while talking to the other executives. At the end of the meeting earlier, I managed to get a glance from her eyes, which watched us with happiness. It was almost as if she was genuinely happy the deal worked out, not because we’d be forced to give her a bonus.

Her black eyes, sweet and joyful, had stopped on me, and her smile lingered. I felt anger when Chan’s son caught her attention, making her turn and flash an even wider smile at him. Son of a bitch! That smile was mine.

“We’re going to expand even more. The little devil deserves credit. I’m thinking of something for her,” Tauro said softly and observed his drink.

“Are you going to give her a bonus?”

“Her internship is ending; I checked all the details. I was awake last night,” he brought the drink to his mouth, his eyes meeting mine. “She only has a few days left. The truth is this: when we get back, she can be released. I need an administrative assistant. I think she might be a good fit.”

I looked at him for a second. Tauro had the same thought as me. No matter how much of a hellion she was, and we were with her, we didn’t want to see the little devil go.

“Secretary?” He analyzed my question. “What about Fran?”

“The truth is, she’s not the best secretary in the world… and after seeing the meticulous work the girl presented today after lunch, it was enough. I don’t think it was really Fran who was doing our reports. Think about it, she’d be between our doors, we could have a good secretary for both of us. She’s smart. It would be good.”

“Yeah, it would. Maybe.”

I imagined every morning being greeted by the little devil, with her black eyes, smiling with a “Good morning, señor,” and my cock tightened. It didn’t seem so bad when I looked at it from that angle.

I’d think about it. I’d keep my eyes on the little hellcat all day and really enjoy seeing her bend over to pick up documents that mysteriously fell on the floor. I think my mood improved.

“We’re both masochists, you know?” I said to Tauro, imagining the torture it would be, and we both laughed.

I believe our mood improved.

“For now, let’s forget about her and find a hot woman to take this damned pain away from between my legs.”

Tauro turned laughing, and soon a Latin song began blasting. Shakira’s “Rabiosa” exploded in the nightclub while I exhaled. The DJ wasn’t helping, hell! Everyone started dancing more to the hot sound of the music. My eyes then focused on the center of the crowd, which was pressing close to the stage where women danced. The woman on the pole dance moved, laughing and clapping her hands. Then she crouched near the stage, her fingers stretching. From the middle of the crowd, a small body was lifted up by the guys standing nearby. The little fatal female had her hair loose down to her butt, curly, gyrating, shaking her hips alongside the dancer.

“Damn, I like that view…” I didn’t need to turn to my cousin to know he was also watching the woman on the stage in a lace dress. Her hands slid down her beautiful ass as she swayed slowly. Her legs were toned in the high, thin heels that matched the small jewels on her dress. She tossed her hair to the side while gripping the pole, swaying her body suggestively.

I was forced to adjust in my seat, straightening my cock that was already paying attention to that. Her bare back, exposed, almost made it feel like that piece of fabric on her ass was about to fall. Her hips swayed, and she held the metal pole with one hand, spinning, her legs tightening around it. Her long cascade of hair fell into her face, making her sexier as she rubbed against the pole. Her ass pressed against the material and slid back and forth slowly. She let go of the pole, letting her fingers caress her breast, slowly sliding down her waist, gliding along her sides. Her head swayed along with her backside, tossing all her hair to the side. The two dancers on the other stage climbed up with her, and the three performed a sensual dance, while she covered her face, only showing the soft curve of her brown-skinned neck.

The gold hoop earrings sparkled even more against her skin. She let her fingers splay against the man, who gripped her slim waist. The second, right behind her, placed his fingers just below her breasts. Then, they released their movements to the Latin rhythm. They played with her like she was their little doll. Her long hair fell back when she rested her head on the man’s chest. The people below the stage whistled, shouting at the three of them as they slowly descended in a sensual dance.

The large round ass arched, swaying, and the woman slid her fingers across the chest of the man in front of her. I focused a little more on that ass, which was almost being squashed between the two guys, and I felt my blood boil as my whole face tightened. I turned immediately to Tauro, staring at him seriously. He raised an eyebrow at me in a silent question of “What’s up?” and I slapped my hand on the table, pushing my head toward the dance floor… because I knew that round ass.

DAMN IT!

We turned our attention back to the dancing trio, and touché! Her face turned, laughing with the bright red lipstick on her full lips, her devilish eyes.

“I’M GOING TO KILL HER!” The chair next to me fell along with mine when I recognized that fucking sexy and naughty face.

“Son of a bitch!”

I pushed my way through the crowd in the nightclub, shoving them, trying to get to the damn stage. I was going to drag her off by the hair if necessary! Damn, how was she like this! I’d never seen her with her hair loose and free; it was always in a bun or a schoolgirl braid. The front of the damn outfit was tiny, practically two straps that went up, covering only her breasts, leaving the middle of her body exposed. It had only two delicate chains that rose and fastened behind her neck. She danced more as everyone around her screamed and howled like damn dogs in heat.

“Move, damn it!” I shoved the guy in front of me. Tauro was already getting closer with me from the other side of the floor.

The little devil was in deep trouble.