Chapter 40 Chapter 40
ALINA'S POV
I stepped in through the usual entry and exit for staff, slipping off my coat right then. The cold air hitting my thighs, boobs and literally everywhere.
I was spotting a black liquid dress. Body-hugging, thin straps, mid- thigh and back almost completely bare. The fabric doing little to hide my skin, so you could imagine the level of exposure I was operating on right now.
Still, I moved. Taking my time as I strutted through into the lounge area. Eyeing every 'potential' male in sight. Scanning, hoping to get something. Or someone since I did need a man and not an object.
Eventually I arrived at the bar area. Mark's counter. And the moment his eyes fell on me,
I felt hot all over.
Cheeks burning up! The inspection of his gaze.
"What in the world..." He muttered slowly. Shamelessly checking me out, every corner. "Angel?"
"Mark," I cleared my throat. Flushed, bothered and hot. "I err...i need a drink."
"Drink? I can make you an entire cooler!" He smirked, eyeing me from the side, biting his lips. A teasing smile there.
"Mark," I called again, firm this time. Pulling my dress down, cheeks enflamed. But that was useless. The fabric was basically stuck on skin, unmoving. How was I to pull it even just a bit down?
If anything it only brought more attention to my overlarge ass behind.
"What is going on?" Mark chuckled, mixing drinks. Eyes on me though. Excited. "What are you... you're one sexy thing, you know that?"
Sexy?
Well...I did look good. By Cleo's standards.
'deliciously dangerous.' if I remembered her words correctly from this evening.
I was deliciously dangerous.
So yeah, sexy could cut it.
"Are you going somewhere?" He wiggled his brows, teasing. "You have some sort of...'meet up plans' with someone?"
Hmm.
"You do?"
"No," I answered, taking my drink from him. Gulping. He watched me. Clearly not buying that.
"What," I dropped my glass,
"Seriously, what's going on?" He said, smiling. "You look... extremely different. Emphasis on extremely."
"What, is It bad?"
"No. Actually it's very Oxygen-like." He smirked, leaning on the counter. Watching me. "You're looking very Oxygen-like tonight. What, you're finally blending in? Hmm?"
I just stared at him. His teasing look, like he knew I was hiding something. Something that he ought to know too. I mean, if I was going to do this here...I would need some sort 'point in the right direction' kind of thing.
So I should tell him.
"Actually," I started, picking my glass. Holding his gaze. "I am here for a reason. A bold reason."
He grinned. Heavily interested, leaning closer. "What. What reason?"
"To have sex," I drowned my glass. Leaving the words hanging there, between us and very much to his confused ears.
"What?" He blinked, leaning back. "You- repeat that."
"I'm here to have sex." I said simply, totally not knowing where the boldness was coming from. I mean was it room? The world of nakedness around me? Behind me? The half naked man that was Mark in front of me?
At any rate I was awfully calm and normal saying those words. I was calm, but Mark was not. If anything he finally had a reason for a good laugh.
"Oh fuck me!" His voice rang out, chuckles resounding all around us. Amidst the buzzing of skin and music.
"What, What's funny?" I stared at him, "I'm serious."
"You?" He paused, smiling. "You're serious? I don't believe that. I'll believe anything but that. Seriously!"
What?
"I am serious!" I declared, feeling somewhat offended now. "What, you don't think am the kind of person that randomly wants to have sex? Or have sex even? You think I don't have sex?"
"Oh I think you have sex, Angel." He said, "I just don't think it's in this kind of setting. Dressed like that too."
"What! I'm dressed like this right now and I want to have sex!" I blew hot. Officially offended.
It was like getting called two goody shoes and getting pushed aside from attending the prom after party all over again.
I could be bad too. I could be bad! I am!
I'm a bad girl.
And right now, bad girl wants sex. She's getting it.
I stood up right then, pushing my hair back. Standing straight, my girls all the way out, and that caught his attention. But instead of interest, I met amusement in his gaze.
"It's like watching a good girl go bad." He chuckled, "What's going on with you?"
"Whatever," I grumbled, rolling my eyes. "Just point me in the right direction where I can find a man to get things done with."
His eyebrows shot up, "Oh really?"
"Really." I confirmed, "So show me where I can find somebody."
"Well...if you're serious. As much I think this funniest thing all week, but! If you're serious...then you should speak with Ms.Vega first."
Ms. Vega?
"Why do I have to tell her?" I asked, confused. "It's my personal business."
"It is your personal business, but remember you're wearing a gold tag on your collar. That means Oxygen property. A staff. And as staff we cannot participate unless after approval."
"Oh, from Ms. Vega?"
"No. The Boss."
That bastard??
Oh no.
"Look at your face," Mark laughed out, amused more than anything. "You're literally cringing at the mention of him."
"Yeah..."
That's how much I would rather do without any connections with him.
"I don't have to approach him myself, do I?" I asked, dreading the response.
"Oh you don't have to. Ms. Vega will do that!" He answered, giving me good news.
The best news actually.
"I'll go find Ms. Vega then," I turned around, facing the gathering of bodies in lingeries and see through shorts. Everything practically out in the open but yet concealed. Much like I was.
"Well, here we go." I said to myself, moving instantly. Heading for the very first lounge. The section I knew Ms. Vega was sure to be found.
I spotted her in no time upon reaching there. Her own eyes openly checking me out and grinning. Making similar statements as Mark.
"Look who's coming out of her shell!"
I didn't let her dwell too much on my looks to avoid feeling self conscious all over again cause asides from her, I was already getting some interesting looks. And that should excite and make me more comfortable. But it didn't.
I didn't like it.
So I rushed what brought me there in the first place. Ms. Vega doing more than look at me with interest.
"Not only are you stepping out of your shell, you're ripping the whole thing off at once!" She beamed, excited more than normal.
"Oh I love this part! I love seeing newbies finally finding themselves! I knew you could do it. Sooner or later. But apparently it's soon."
"Yeah well...how do I go about it?" I smiled at her, straining. And she chuckled, pulling me along. To a more quiet section. Past the Red rooms.
"I just have to go through a few stuff with you since it's your first time. Ensure you're aware of exactly what it is you're getting into and after that, I notify the boss. If he says you're good, then you're good!"
"Then I can find someone then?" I asked, taking it all in. Listening.
She nodded in confirmation and after that went into reminding details about how the floors all operated. Which was for what, and what they did there. The rules guiding them and how to sound out for safety.
It was pretty reassuring honestly. Brought back the excitement and my purpose for doing this anyway.
"So you're ready?" She faced me. Finished. "I should go inform the boss now?"
I sucked in a breath, then nodded. "Yes, please do."
"Alright then." She grinned. Proud. "Make yourself comfortable, a drink or some, and I'll be back."
"Thank you."
And then she left. Leaving me with my thoughts. Memories.
Those memories.
The very reason was doing this again. The biggest reminder possible.
"I can't keep having those dreams," I muttered, encouraging myself. "It has to stop. It has to."
So get out, doubting, fearful Alina. And get in fun, sexy... deliciously dangerous, I want to have sex Alina!
Get in girl.