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Indebted Heart

Windy City : Book Three

By: Measha Stone
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: ©2016 by Blushing Books® and Measha Stone
37 Chapters / 84,600 words
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Alyssa Sanders has taken care of herself since she was too young to do so. But now she’s all grown up and ready to get her life on the right track. She heads to Chicago with her life savings and a few prospects. She expects to get a job, find an apartment and settle down. What she doesn’t expect is to find her new boss not only severely attractive and dominant, but the son of an old friend.

Alex Trebelli would do anything for his father, so when he’s asked to escort an old friend’s daughter to dinner he doesn’t hesitate to agree. Except she isn’t the small town young woman he imagined from his father's description. She’s all grown up, full of beauty and curves, and with a submissive nature that draws out his dominant side.

When Alex explains he won’t be her friend, he can’t just be her friend, he wants more, he wants to be her Dominant, her boyfriend, Alyssa has to decide if she’s going to take the leap. She’s never been good at a full time D/s relationship, but Alex makes her feel safe and secure. She finds him easy to be with, even when he’s being overprotective and bossy.

Can she manage to put aside her fears of failure and self-doubt and give them a real chance, or will she chose the safer route and keep clear of his sexy smile and dominant ways?

Publisher's Note: This story contains spanking, and explicitly described erotic scenes. While it is the third in the Windy City series, it can be enjoyed as a standalone.

Chapter One

 Alex Tribelli switched lanes on the I-90 headed west toward Elgin to meet his father. Normally he wouldn't be heading out to the suburbs in the middle of the week, but he had been beckoned. And no one refused Paul Tribelli, least of all his only child.

Thankfully, the rush hour traffic had begun to die down before he'd been able to free himself from his office. Trying to hold down one career while launching a second was beginning to take its toll.

Although he loved advertising and the success he'd found with it, he longed for something more. Something more meaningful, something exciting, something that allowed him to be completely himself with no thoughts of apology or remorse. Opening up the new member's club Top Floor was just that sort of outlet. However, it meant spending more evenings working at the club for the opening, and working early mornings at the ad agency. His father had apparently grown tired of Alex's excuses of unavailability over the past few weeks and called him early that morning, demanding he come to his home after work.

The conversation hadn't been long. His father didn't even ask how he was doing. He simply told him to come over straight after work. The tone in his voice told Alex that arguing would be useless and besides, he hadn't seen the man in a couple of weeks, and he missed him.

Alex pulled his car up the driveway of a brick ranch house, the porch gently illuminated with soft yellow light.  He left the car parked in front of the garage and walked up the walkway to the house. The summer sun had finally set, and the humidity of the day seemed slightly less annoying. The beckoning of the air conditioning inside made him quicken his step as he took the steps two at a time. The front door pulled open, and his father pushed the screen door to allow Alex entrance.

Paul Tribelli stood the same height as his son, matching him eye to eye. They shared equal stature as well. Alex's well-toned physique was a product of the gym, while Paul's was a tribute to his years of backbreaking construction work.  Alex did not get his curly locks from his father. Paul sported a short cut of now dark gray hair, not a single curl in sight.

"Hey, Dad." Alex clapped his father on the back while pulling him into a tight hug. "Everything okay? You sounded pissed on the phone."

Paul shut the door and motioned toward the kitchen. "I made pasta." He walked past his son and lead them into the small eat in kitchen.

The room smelled the same to Alex as it had when he was a boy. Food was always cooking, either in the oven or on the stovetop. He'd spent his afternoons doing homework in the kitchen while his mother stirred a pot, rolled out dough, or chopped vegetables.

 He took his seat at the cozy table that sat four comfortably, five in desperation. A plate of spaghetti was placed in front of him as well as his fork and knife. He shrugged out of his suit jacket and placed it on one of the empty chairs. His father plated another serving and sat across from Alex.

"You're freaking me out. What is it?" Alex said getting up to grab a beer from the olive green refrigerator that had been part of his boyhood home.

"Two weeks since I've seen you." His father held up two fingers, wagging them in the air. A slight squint to his eyes, and a wrinkling of his cheeks summed up his emotional state.

"Dad, I'm sorry. Work—"

"Eh! Work!" He waved a hand through the air to cut him off. "I know how it is. I do." There had been many nights Alex would have dinner alone with his mother because his father was stuck on site. "It's just, I've missed you." He gave a shrug and dug into his pasta.

"Is that what you wanted? You could have just said so. I would have come."

"Would you have?" His father squinted again.

Alex took a pull of his beer and sighed. "I don't know." He knew in his heart he probably would have tried to push it off until the weekend. There was an open house for Top Floor going on that he had hoped to spearhead, but he had asked Bradley, another major investor that took a hands on approach in the management of the club, to take his place for the evening.

"There you go. Now eat." Paul pointed at the untouched pasta with his fork.

The two spent the rest of their meal talking about the usual. Paul gave him the details of the latest gossip he'd heard at the senior center, and Alex promptly teased him calling him an old woman. In truth, Alex was glad to see his father out and socializing. When his mother died two years ago, Paul lost himself for a while. He didn't want to see anyone or talk to anyone. He just wanted to grieve in a dark empty home. It took the empty threat of Alex throwing him into an old folks' home to get him to snap out of it. He'd raged at him for even having the idea. Alex took the verbal lashing willingly. His father slowly came back to him after that.

"Son." Paul leaned back in his chair and folded his hands on the table. Alex turned from the sink where he had just finished washing their dishes and leaned against the counter, giving his father his full attention. "I have a confession." He kept his eyes forward, not looking at Alex. "I have a favor to ask you, and I didn't want to ask you over the phone." He swung his deep green eyes to Alex, meeting his gaze. Alex noted the concern.

"Okay. What is it?" Alex tossed the towel he'd been drying his hands with onto the counter and folded his arms over his chest. "It can't be all that bad."

"No, no it's not bad. It's just you're so busy, and this, well, it's going to take some of your time." Alex felt a ping in his chest. After all of the things his father had done for him over the years, his father felt guilty about asking for some of Alex's time. Obviously, he needed to rearrange his schedule a bit better.

"Whatever it is, Dad, no problem. Consider it done. What is it?"

"Well, an old friend of mine—her daughter is moving to the city." He looked uncomfortable as he continued. "She's never lived in a big city before, grew up just south of St. Louis. Anyway, she doesn't know anyone here and well, I thought you might be able to show her around. Maybe introduce her to the girls?" Paul had always taken a fatherly interest in Alex's friends: Jessica, Kelly and Erin.

"I don't see how that's inconvenient. When is she arriving? I'm meeting everyone for dinner on Friday, she can join us." When his father didn't relax he thought of another worry. "You aren't trying to set me up, are you?" His father snapped his eyes to meet Alex's.

"No! Of course not!" He grumbled. "You'll find your woman, your way, in your time. Although, I will say that you sure are taking your sweet ass time!"

"Okay." Wanting to move away from the subject of his love life, he brought the topic back to the favor. "So, when is this girl arriving? Is she young? Going to school? Working?"

"She's about a year or two younger than you, I think. No school, her mother wasn't all that concerned with her education. She's got an interview lined up, some club downtown—don't remember which one she said. It's new."

"If it had been around for the last fifty years, would you know it?" Alex reached for the door to the fridge to grab a second beer.

"Smart ass!" His father chuckled from his chair, laughing until a bout of coughing took over. He gripped the edge of the table as the deep crackling cough became more fierce. Alex left the fridge open and moved to him, rubbing his back hard. Paul had been fighting off a harsh cough for over a month, and although Alex told him over and over to get to the doctor, his father refused.

Slowly the cough subsided, leaving Paul winded from the effort of trying to breathe through the attack. He pushed Alex away and waved him off. "I'm fine!" he declared, resting his head on his hand. Alex shook his head, but left him to retrieve the beer he'd abandoned in the fridge.

"Dad, you need to see the doctor. It's getting worse." Alex sat back in his chair with his now opened beer watching his father reclaim his breath.

"I'm fine. I don't want to talk about it anymore." Paul looked up and gave Alex the same glare he had as a child. A warning to let it drop, or there'd be hell to pay. Paul never raised a hand to Alex as he grew up, but his tongue-lashings and the hours of hard labor that followed were nothing to laugh about.

As a child, Alex idolized his father. Paul was a guy's guy, the man every dad in the neighborhood always clapped on the back in greeting and made sure to wave hello to when they saw him. He was respected, wise and rational. When other dads would bellow at their sons to do better on the ball field, Paul would yell encouragement and give tips in a soft manner between innings. Alex never feared his father's anger, but sure did everything he could to avoid his disappointment.

Paul worked his ass off at the construction company he and his brother inherited from their father. Long days and even longer nights were spent working the books, planning projects, putting in bids for new projects. He showed Alex exactly what it meant to put in an honest day's work. When Paul's brother died suddenly of a heart attack, Alex's mother, Marie, thought he would slow down too, take the hint as she said. But Paul didn't know the meaning of slow.

No matter how busy, Paul always seemed to find a way to spend time with Alex. He never once missed a baseball game. And every Sunday the three of them would pile into the second pew of the Divine Savior Church, before heading to the local pancake house for breakfast.

Now, seeing the man that he looked up to all those years glaring at him and refusing to get help for something like a cough irritated Alex. Always able to maintain control over his emotions, he was finding it more difficult not to throw the bottle of beer at his father and demand he get his ass in his car and see the doctor. If he were a woman, his woman, he'd have no trouble getting control of the situation, but this was his father. He sighed heavily and nodded. "Fine. Now. This girl. What's her name and how do I get hold of her?"

 

Chapter Two

Alyssa Sanders stepped onto Canal Street from Union Station and took a deep breath. The overwhelming smell of exhaust fumes filled her lungs, and she took smaller breaths until her lungs cleared and adjusted to the city air. She waved down a cab, wanting nothing more than to get to her hotel.

The train ride from St. Louis took two hours longer than expected thanks to a delayed arrival. For the better part of the ride, she had been stuck sitting next to an older man who didn't have the decency to pretend he wasn't gawking at her breasts. Even after she put her sweat jacket on and zipped it up to her chin, his gaze continued to grope her. The weekend was shaping up to be worse than the week before, and she craved a bed.

She relaxed against the back of the seat of the cab as he maneuvered through the afternoon traffic. A month ago everything had been normal, not great, but normal. She had a job, an apartment, and was feeling like things were finally on the right track for her. It didn't take much to make everything blow up around her. Her boss at the small town bar announced he was shutting down the bar. No warning, no severance package, just locking up and selling the property. She went home to wallow in self-pity to find her roommate packing all of her things. Apparently, her two-night stand was the real deal, and she was moving in with him, leaving Alyssa with a large rent payment that she couldn't afford on her own.

The only thing keeping her sane at the moment was the prospect of a new start in the big city. She was all too happy to buy a train ticket out of St. Louis and head up to Chicago. She'd always wanted to live in the city. As a young girl she spent several summers with her grandmother on the North side. Every weekend they took the train downtown and would visit a museum, or the park, or take a dip in the chilly water of Lake Michigan. She loved her time with her grandmother, and she found the city to be full of life and hope. Nothing like the life she lived back in Missouri with her mother.

After taking a day to wallow in her own self-pity, she decided to wipe off the grime and look for a new adventure. Something that would get her away from the waste-of-time town she lived in and put her in a new place. There was an ad for several openings for a new club in Chicago. She wasted no time cashing out her savings and getting a train ticket. A few calls were placed for apartments and before she had time to absorb what she was doing she found herself on the train headed north.

An old boyfriend lived in the area, and she had managed to get hold of him just a few days before getting on the train. As usual, he lectured her about being safe, and making solid decisions. He wouldn't let her off the phone until she gave him the run down on her plans. She would stay at a hotel for a week or two until she could track down an apartment, and while she was doing that she'd be job hunting. She had just enough savings to get her through. Only after assuring him she had enough money to embark on her adventure did he lighten up and give her a few tips. The last time she'd been in the city was as a very young girl. She didn't know where anything was or what areas were good or not. Her ex-boyfriend even helped by calling in a favor to get her an interview. It didn't surprise her that he would have a friend in Chicago, or that his friend was part owner of a new BDSM club.

The cab pulled up to the Hotel Indigo on Dearborn and promptly required payment. She barely managed to look out the window at the deep blue yawning and the expansive height of the hotel before she was thrust onto the curb with her bags at her feet. She took in her surroundings with a deep breath. When she had booked the hotel for a week, she had worried the low cost of the room would equal the low quality of the building, but the appearance from the outside calmed her worry on that. The lobby was stunning compared to any motel she had ever stayed in before. The wood flooring shone, and the wonderful contrasts of blues and greens provided a soothing atmosphere.

The lady at the front desk checked her in and offered assistance with her bags, which she declined. She only had the two bags and her pockets weren't brimming with tip money at the moment. The room surprised her even more than the lobby had. The deep vibrant colors of the room swept her away from the dreary morning she had awakened to in Smithton just southeast of St. Louis. It reminded her of the art galleries her grandmother used to take her to during her visits. She tossed her bags onto the bright orange armchair and tossed herself onto the lush bed.

"This is the starting line, Alyssa." She announced to the empty room. "This is where it begins." A large grin crept over her lips, and she found herself staring up at the ceiling like a loon. She leapt up and threw back the curtains and drew in her breath at the sight before her. The lakefront was only a few blocks away, within walking distance for sure. Her cell buzzed, alerting her to the fact she had an appointment to look at an apartment within the hour.

 

Several hours later, Alyssa sank into the tub of her hotel room and let the bubbles reach the tip of her nose. The afternoon, however productive, had left her exhausted. After viewing six apartments she did manage to find one that was clean enough to live in and within her budget. The size wasn't very impressive, a tiny studio apartment rarely is, but it was available and it was cheap. She would be able to move in by mid-week, after a background check was completed and her deposit was put down.

The next item to deal with was employment. The landlord hadn't been excited about starting the paperwork on her apartment without a job to back her up, but the three month's rent she was going to put down seemed to appease the little man well enough. The bar she waitressed at in Smithton was miniscule compared to the clubs of the city. She wasn't fooling herself about that, but she didn't have any other skills to work with.

Growing up with a single mother who thought more about where to get her next sugar daddy than making sure her little girl received a well-rounded education left her with few skills. Alyssa had managed to get through high school barely hanging on to the honor roll with no help from her mother.

"You need to pull your own weight," her mother had told her time and again. Alyssa worked at the food court in the mall to earn enough for clothes and bus fare. Whatever little extra she had, her mother took to pay the rent if she was between boyfriends.

Most of the 'dates' her mother brought home ignored her. She stayed quiet in her room while they carried on with her mother in the living room. But there was one man. 

She'd wandered into the living room after having a nightmare. He surprised her by showing her kindness and comfort before sending her back to her bedroom. As she drifted off she heard him telling her mom he'd made a mistake and was leaving.

 He didn’t stay away forever though; he came back to town once a year. When he did, he’d stop over to check on her and bring her a bundle of clothes. Her mother sat with them at first, probably hoping to still snag him. Once it was apparent his only concern was to see Alyssa had the things she needed, her mom stopped paying them any attention, leaving them on the front porch to talk. His visits didn’t last long; just long enough to give her the presents he brought and make sure she was safe. Alyssa was always sorry to see him go. She looked forward to his yearly visits; it was the one time someone cared about her the way her friends were cared for by their parents.

When Alyssa entered high school, she learned why he only came to town once a year and why he never truly hooked up with her mother. He was married. He came to town for an expo show each year. Her mother had been a mistake, a lonely night and too many beers. He seemed grateful to Alyssa for having been there that night. He told her it was her innocence that made him shake himself loose of the idiocy he'd allowed to creep into his heart. She had saved his marriage.

His visits ended when he retired, having no need to travel to their small town, but they continued to keep in touch. It was at his urging that she made an attempt at college. But her mother wouldn't let her live at home anymore if she wasn't paying the rent, so she had to get a job. Wanting to put space between herself and her mother, she tried to move into her own place. After seeing her mother unable to pay her own rent month after month, and being unable to pay both her own and her mother’s rent, Alyssa moved back. It was only after a long battle with liver disease that her mother passed away, and Alyssa was free to be on her own.

The dancing of her cell on the toilet bowl lid brought her back from where she zoned off to, she grabbed it and answered the call.

"Ms. Sanders?" A deep voice came through the line. "This is Bradley from Top Floor. I noticed we have you down for your interview in the morning. However, I've had a scheduling conflict arise. I was hoping you'd be free this evening?"

She sat straight up in the tub. Tonight? Her hair was sopping wet, she hadn't unpacked anything and her nerves were just starting to unravel. "Um. Sure." She hoped her voice was sturdier than her stomach. "I just got in, how soon would you like me to arrive?" She quizzed, hoping he'd give her at least an hour.

"I will be here until closing. At your earliest convenience would be fine." Music played in the background.

"Great. I look forward to meeting you, Bradley." She clenched her phone with both hands. They said their goodbyes and clicked off. Letting out a long breath and putting the phone back on the lid, she sank deeper into the bathwater. After reigning in her nerves and anxiety, she leapt from the tub and started to ready herself.

Top Floor was the new club in the area, and it was the only club she truly wanted to work at. It was not openly advertised, but she knew a girl who knew a guy, that informed her that Top Floor was an exclusive club that revolved around the kinkier side of life. The only part of herself that she hadn't allowed her mother to warp or tarnish was her sexual side.

A boyfriend in high school had introduced her to light spanking play. One evening when they were going at it in the back of his car, her riding him valiantly, he slapped her ass. Enthralled with the sensation, she told him to do it again. And again, until a flurry of spanks drove her to the edge of orgasm and shoved her over.  She acquired a soft leather paddle the following day.

Top Floor wasn't some dingy dungeon bar like the one's she'd been in back home. Its membership was exclusive – by invitation only. Wanting to impress, but not look desperate, she decided to wear a black cotton dress, strappy sandals that increased her 5' 2" stature by three inches, and a thin red blazer. She hoped there would be air conditioning in the cab, as well as the club, otherwise she'd be dripping with sweat shortly after arriving. She had left her hair down, whipping it around her shoulders with large curls, and had donned the deep red lipstick she loved so much. It went perfectly with the blazer, and pulled out the deep color of her eyes.

The club looked like any other nightclub when the cab dropped her in front of the entrance. It consisted of three floors. The first two were open to the general public for drinking and dancing to the techno music played by the DJ on the floor. The third floor, Top Floor, catered only to private members.

The line to enter wrapped around the corner, and loud music could be heard as she walked closer to the doorway. A few whistles, catty remarks and crude comments were thrown at her as she walked past the line and went straight to the doorman.

"Hi. I'm Alyssa Sanders. I'm meeting with Bradley?" She gave a smile that she hoped passed as confident. She was sure she could be seen trembling. She had no doubts about her skills as a bartender or a waitress; it was where she was applying to perform those tasks that had her a bit shaken. She was no stranger to the BDSM realm, it was the place she felt most at home, most at ease. Almost all of her friends back in Missouri had been in the scene, and she had met several of her boyfriends at clubs similar to, but not as nice as, Top Floor. She doubted her feet would stick to the floor as she walked through it.

"Good Evening, Ms. Sanders. Yes, Bradley is expecting you. Here is the key code that you will need to access the floor. The elevators are straight back through this main hall and to the left." The large, stocky man grinned at her. She was only mildly surprised that he had all of his teeth. He had a boxer's body, and she was sure he'd seen a fist or two in his day.

 

The mirrored doors slid open as she approached, and she stepped aboard, wondering if anyone else would try to sneak up with her. Luckily, no one seemed to notice the doors open besides herself. Silence filled the space when the doors shut, and she opened the small envelope the bouncer had given her. She pulled out a piece of paper no bigger than a post-it note and read the three-digit code she needed to punch into the elevator's panel in order to make it take her up to the third floor.

Elevator music would have been preferable to the silence that echoed in her ears as she glided upward toward her interview. A loud ding signaled her arrival, and the doors whooshed a bit as they slid open. She took a calm breath and stepped out of the elevator and smiled warmly at the gentleman standing just outside of the doors. He gave a polite nod and held out his hand. She handed him the slip of paper and he nodded again. "Right this way." He gave a sensual smile and led her to the door that served as the actual entrance to the floor. Even if someone had managed to get the elevator up to the floor, this man was in charge of seeing that they did not make their way into the main room.

She stepped into Top Floor and sucked in her breath at the sight before her. The walls glistened with gold embossed wallpaper. Not only did her sandals not stick to the marble flooring beneath them, but she worried that she may scuff the beauty of it. A large bar stood in the center of the room, a rounded centerpiece to the room. Deep mahogany wood made up the bar, more marble for the countertop, and beautifully carved pillars wrapped around the bottom. Upon further inspection she noticed the carvings were of people. Different positions, different sizes, different groupings, each carving depicting a scene of dominance. A kneeling woman. A hogtied male. It was beautiful.

"Bradley's office is right this way." A woman she hadn't noticed when she entered waved a hand in front of her. "I've informed him that you've arrived." Alyssa walked behind the perfectly shaped woman, trying not to let the beautiful sway of her hips distract her. She had never been one to question her own attractiveness, but the nervous state of her mind could easily be swayed into doubting herself and she couldn't afford that. She needed to be at the top of her game, get the job, land the apartment and start her life.

Her escort brought her through the large room. At first glance it appeared to be like any other club. Couples talking, groups of men eyeing groups of women. Waitresses walking through the crowds with trays of drinks. But this was not like any other. She took note of several naked women kneeling beside their men, one woman stood in the middle of a small group of men, naked, arms tied behind her back, a thick neck collar holding her head as the men pinched and tickled her. The squirming and giggles she bestowed on them played like music throughout the air. She did her best not to stare at the man standing beside the door on which her escort knocked. He stood tall, naked, his nipples were adorned with diamond-studded clamps, his balls, hanging low beneath his caged cock were bejeweled as well. His mouth, where a long strand of saliva hung, was propped open by a metal O gag. The redness of his face gave the impression that he was embarrassed to be put in such a state, but Alyssa knew the expression in his eyes well enough to know the man was having the time of his life.

"Ms. Sanders." A deep voice greeted her. She stood in the doorway, gripping her purse and staring at the large man in front of her. He towered over her by a solid foot. She suddenly wished she'd gone with the higher heel. Her eyes traveled from his very muscular looking chest up to his stern chin and further up to the darkest blue eyes she'd ever seen. He was a large man. A firm looking man.

"Yes, hello." She blinked herself back to the present moment and extended her hand to shake his. "It's very nice to meet you." She finally blurted, and he smiled. A nice, genuine smile. She relaxed a bit.

"You as well. Thomas has told me a lot about you, actually, so it is nice to put the face to the name." He released her hand and offered her a chair. Alyssa met Thomas during an evening out with a small group of friends who had braved entering a dungeon party with her leading them. What began as flirtation quickly evolved into her first serious relationship as a submissive. Thomas was her first dominant and now a long-time friend. When he'd heard her plans to move to Chicago, he put in a word for her at the Top Floor. She hadn't known Bradley was the friend he spoke of, but she was glad now that it was.

"Thanks. Thomas has always been very generous when it comes to me, so I hope I can live up to the expectations he's placed." Alyssa took the seat that was offered, slipping her purse between herself and the back cushion of the chair and crossing her legs elegantly at the knee.

Bradley took his seat behind the desk and leaned back in his chair. His chest flexed against the taut black t-shirt he wore. "Well, I already know you have some experience in the lifestyle, so I don't really need to worry about you running off in fear during your first shift, or that you'll openly gape at those playing in the open areas." His smile was as pleasant as the rest of his physique, but she didn't feel the attraction she would have thought she would, given his good looks. It made the interview a bit easier to swallow; business she could handle with extreme ease. Love, not so much.

The conversation moved from her background in working in bars and nightclubs to slightly more risqué talk about her experience in the lifestyle. Although he didn't ask specifically about her sex or love life, he did inquire in a roundabout way about her experience as a submissive.

"Thomas mentioned that he was your first dominant." Bradley steepled his hands as he peered across the desk at her. "Are you currently under the protection of a dominant, now?" he questioned.

Alyssa's spine stiffened in response to the forward question, and her left eyebrow rose before she could stop it. "No. But I don't see how that plays into my position here." She attempted to keep her voice steady, but she could hear the heat in her words.

The door to the office flung open before Bradley could respond to her. She twisted in her chair and saw a blonde man burst into the room. His eyes caught hers instantly, and she sucked in her breath for the second time that evening. He blinked, frowned and moved his gaze to Bradley.

"Sorry. I didn't realize you were in a meeting." The tall, blonde stranger gave his apology, still holding the doorknob in one hand.

"No problem. We were just finishing up here. A new hire." Bradley stood from his desk. Alyssa heard him stand, but her stare hadn't left the new man in the room. "If you can start Saturday night, I'll have Cassandra get you the paperwork you need." She broke her stare just as the man swung his eyes back to her, a sandy blonde eyebrow slowly arching in her direction. She shook her head, and leapt from her chair.

"That would be awesome." She blurted out and then closed her eyes with a sigh. "I mean. That would be great. Saturday works great." Bradley moved around the desk and placed a large palm on the small of her back, and with a little pressure he began to lead her from the room.

"Wonderful. Cassie will help you with the details." With that she was ushered from the room. She bit the inside of her cheeks as she passed the blonde in order to keep from grinning like an idiot right in front of him.

An hour later she found herself back on the elevator headed down to the main floor of the club. She had been given the usual HR packet, an apron and her own key card that would allow her up to Top Floor. Cassie had gone over the pay scale, and Alyssa was extremely excited to have not only gained a position at the very club she aimed to, but she had managed to get a few extra dollars an hour in the process! Although all of that was great, and wonderful, and she was happy as a fat kid at an ice cream shop, only one thought dominated her mind.

Who was that man that with the sparkling blue eyes and finger ready blonde hair?

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