Chapter 41 Chapter 41
ROMAN'S POV
"What?" I turned,
"Say that again?"
"Err...," she paused, chuckling quietly. Obviously finding those words just as absurd and surely amusing.
"She did what?" I waited for her. Ms.Vega. Waited as she pulled herself together, cleared her throat and then stood straight again. Uttering those same words. Those same unforeseen and totally unexpected words.
"Alina has requested to participate in Oxygen's activities tonight, boss. As a client. Not a staff. She wants a membership."
Unbelievable.
"She's quite serious, too." Vega said anyway. "She's serious, and I've gone through everything with her, safety and precautions like we normally do. Safe zones, and according to our rules, she is eligible to participate if she wished."
"Every staff lasting thirty days without disciplinary record is eligible for complimentary membership status.
Membership status grants: Access to private suites, Entry into restricted theme nights, and Participation in consensual adult experiences hosted within club boundaries.
All transitions approved by management."
I remembered the rule.
I made the rule.
I made it so to give the staff an opportunity, something to look forward to since then we rarely got staff who stayed on more than a month without breaking the rules. Those that eventually did, got the incentive.
At first it was a reduction in the membership fee, but later on I made it free.
And now look how it was being used.
Alina.
Alina Monroe.
She wanted membership. In Oxygen.
Wasn't it not too long ago that she was full of judgements and morality codes for the same Oxygen? My Oxygen??
Now she wanted to join that immorality. Tonight!
Have you ever heard of a thing more amusing?!
"Boss," Vega called my attention again, amid my intrigued smiles. "Boss, should I... should we...is she permitted?"
I cocked my head to the side, leaning back on my seat. Contemplating it all. Trying to understand, understand where all of these were coming from.
First, she acted strange the entirety of last week. Avoiding me and totally not behaving like a good neighbour at all. I mean, you would think she'll be grateful or something.
Next, was her display during the weekend. At the house. Moving all over the place, getting into everywhere, into my lounge, my section of the house, sneaking around and thinking she was being discreet.
But of course she didn't know. She didn't know nor understood that the roof over her head was mine. Mine in the literal sense.
The master's wing.
I'd forcefully inserted her in the main building since it was the only part properly ready to occupy, and she could not continue living at that disgrace she called an apartment!
I did that. But the entirety of our section, the building itself, it was the master's wing. Although they were different rooms and elevators, they're still connected back to my very room. She didn't realise that and kept moving everywhere.
I guess I had Lana to blame.
She had the rooms structured in such a way...all with the excuse that it'll spice up things between us when it gets boring.
A valid action but troublesome. Really troublesome. Especially when you suddenly start getting invaded by some petite brown haired woman wearing tight shorts.
Really tight shorts that somehow got smaller the more she moved.
Worse was watching her stunned and genuinely scared reactions. Confused as hell and wondering how everything was happening, not knowing the floors were all connected.
It was amusing. Really amusing, and the reason for such an eventful weekend.
But back to the main issue.
She wanted to join Oxygen. Be a member.
Why?
Why the sudden change? The sudden boldness towards immorality, cause we all knew she wasn't one to be bold.
Not in the slightest bit, and that's what's making this whole thing all the more interesting.
"She said this to you?" I faced Vega. "Alina said to you that she wanted an official membership."
"Yes she did boss." Vega nodded, "In fact she's dressed out there and ready to start!"
To start??
Meaning tonight? She wanted membership and she wanted it immediately??
Leave aside the rush, didn't she know she had to be screened first, then receive my approval? That she had to be fit enough, and she was so unfit.
Didn't she know any of that??
"Talk about some boldness... you're getting really bold." I took in that information. Smiling. Impressed.
More than that, intrigued!
"Should I ask her to wait until tomorrow for your decision?"
Tomorrow?
No way.
No fucking way was I missing this. This spur of Alina boldness.
"I want to see what she intends to do," I muttered, "I want to see. I will see."
With that, I sat up. Decision made.
"You have the documents ready?" I requested Vega, watching as she instantly unfolded a file behind her. Putting it down on my table. My eyes scanning to confirm it was indeed the consual employee membership form.
It was.
So I signed.
Officially authorizing and giving my permission.
"She's free." I said, "I permit her."
Vega beamed. Much like how she always was whenever someone crossed over.
"Thank you, Boss!" She collected back the form. Leaving.
Taking with her the most interesting consensual form ever. I could feel it.
The excitement brewing. Underneath my own skin.
And just before she disappeared behind my door,
"Don't forget to take off her collar ta
g, Vega."
That was most important, and most necessary.
Especially for a spectacular night such as this.
"Put her up on the screen, Jordan. I want to see her."