Unknown Identity

Chapter 8

Rose's POV

The rest of the week flew by and now I stand in front of the mirror getting ready for the grand opening of Sex Appeal. I already took my bath, washed and dried my hair and shaved everything that needed shaving. Rubbing the fresh cream lotion all over my body I make sure everything looks banging. I walk through the apartment letting the lotion dry checking on my babies food and water bowls. I already took Goldy for a walk and bathroom break so everyone should be good to go. Grabbing a frozen meal from the freezer I pop it into the microwave and pour myself a glass of wine. I sometimes get nervous for big events so a little libation helps me with that. Walking back into my bedroom I grab a robe and wrap myself in it before heading back to the kitchen for my meal. I hope Brian does what he said he would do tonight. Quickly eating my meal and finishing my wine I feel better about tonight. Time to get this party started with fixing my hair in soft curls and leaving it long and doing light make-up except my eyes. I grab my new outfit from the closet and slip into it. Damn I look fine! Slipping on the heels I stand in front of the mirror and check over everything. Yes, this is a simple outfit, but I look like straight up sex. Glancing at the bedside clock I see it's nine. Grabbing my black clutch, I put my wallet and keys along with the VIP ticket into it and head towards the door. I'm ready to do my work. Stepping out of the elevator I'm greeted by the doorman Jake.

"Good evening Rose. Someone sent a limo for you tonight." I peer out the window and see a black limo with its driver waiting leaning against the car.

"Who sent me a limo?"

"The driver said the man's name was Brian Taylor." Oh, thank God it's not someone crazy sending me a limo. That was very sweet of him. I step outside and the driver opens the door for me tipping his hat as I climb in. Noticing a champagne bottle in a bucket of ice and a note I pick it up.

"The owner of Sex Appeal wanted you to arrive in style and to have a glass of the best champagne. See you soon, Brian." I poured a glass and sip the sweet-smelling drink and I have to say it is the best I have ever tasted. I must thank the owner and of course Brian. Sitting back relaxing into the seat I drink my alcohol watching as the streets pass by. As we grow closer to the club, I can feel my heartrate pick up and the excitement creeping in. The limo pulls to the red-carpet entrance that already has a long line of people waiting to get in. The driver opens my door and offers me his hand helping me from the car. The music can be heard and felt even from the sidewalk.

"Miss Rose, you have the VIP entrance card." The driver says to me while moving me to a gold carpet with a very muscular bouncer standing in front of the door. I reach in my clutch grabbing my VIP handing it to the bouncer.

"Miss Rose, we have been waiting on you. Go right on in and have a great night." He shows me the door and opens it wide for me to walk in. Once inside I am already loving the beautiful décor. The club looks like you have stepped into the 1920's. The art deco décor in gold and a royal blue. The wait staff are dressed in flapper dresses or if male the are in zoot suits. The song playing happens to be one of my favorites Five foot two, Eyes of Blue. I watch as the patrons that have made it in dancing to the 1920's music. Looking around I notice Brian sitting in a prominent position where he can see the whole club surrounded by women and men. HMMMM this place must be piping in a very yummy smell. Taking a big whiff, I smell warm chocolate chip cookies. I have never been to a club that piped in smells and it's almost intoxicating. Making my way to the bar I order a Gin Rickey in honor of the 1920's club. After tipping the bar tender I head to a table right in the front to drink my libations and check everything out before joining in on the fun. Catching Brian's eyes, I lift my glass to him as he does the same. Within a few minutes quite a few men have made their way to the table I'm sitting at talking to me and offering me a dance. Polishing off my drink I take one of the men's hand and pull him towards the dance floor. This is what I live for. I will make the rounds and make sure I check out everything in the club. The music changes as does my dance partner. We dance slowly and seductively, and I feel my body start heating up. It must just be the heat of all the people in here and all the dancing I'm doing. Maybe I should get a water and rest a few minutes. Excusing myself from my partner I make my way to the bar to request a water. Just as I make it to the bar Brian appears at my side.

"Evening Rose. You look a little flushed. Did you feed tonight?" Why the Hell is he asking if I fed tonight? What does that mean?

"Do you mean did I have dinner before coming to the club? If so, yes I did eat before coming." I wave the bar tender down asking for a water. I grab a coaster and start fanning my face as I wait on the water.

"You sure you fed? You look a little famished."

"What? I look hungry. How does one look hungry?" I ask as I start pulling at my outfit because it's gotten so tight on my body. "Why is it so hot in here? Oh, Brian did you notice they are pumping a delicious warm chocolate chip cookie smell?" The bar tender hands me the water and I down in quickly.

"No, I'm afraid I don't smell the cookies, Rose. You sure you ate?"

"Why are you so concerned with my eating. Trust me I never miss a meal. I love my food." Fuck, I think they have the heat on not the air condition. Brian grabs my arm and starts leading me toward the back. Oh, look a bunch of men have made a wall in front of us? That's weird.

"Gentlemen, please go back to your drinks and dates." Brian says waving them off. Why do they look like they are in pain?

"Where are you taking me? I have to do my job. I told you not to hang on me." He continues dragging me towards the back and up some stairs before stopping in front of a door putting in a code. "Brian, are you listening to me?" He leads me into the room taking a seat behind a desk.

"Have a seat, Rose." What the Hell is going on? Shit I think it's 120 degrees in here and my skin feels like it is crawling but that smell of cookies is even stronger in here. I can't...... I can't fuck! I start stripping out of my outfit leaving me in only my birthday suit. I don't give a fuck if Brian sees me, I am roasting. Throwing myself down on the leather couch I can hardly breath. What the Hell is happening to me?