THE DEVIL'S MISTRESS

Chapter Nine - The Nightclub!

ROXANNE POV

"Um…excuse me." I called, trying to get the bartender’s attention.

He looked like he was in his early twenties, his hands busy pouring drinks for the packed counter.

The music in the nightclub was almost deafening, so I raised my voice a bit. "Excuse me!"

Finally, he turned towards me and shouted over the noise, "What can I get for a fine lady like you tonight?" He leaned closer, wiping down the counter with a rag.

"I noticed the job vacancy sign at the entrance this afternoon, but the club wasn’t open yet, so…" I began to explain, but he cut me off.

"Only waitress positions are left." He said, barely glancing at me as he expertly poured a beer for the guy next to me. "Unless you’re interested in working the pole."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "I’m not much for the stage, so I’ll go with the waitress opening." I sighed, feeling a little out of place.

He gave me a quick look, a smirk playing on his lips as the other bartenders rushed around behind him.

"You don’t look like you know your way around a nightclub." He remarked. I glanced around at the chaotic scene; the pulsing lights, the packed dance floor.

"I just need a job." I replied, my voice quieter now. "This is the last place I haven’t tried."

He let out a sarcastic laugh. "Well, lucky for you, it’s my lunch break." He tossed his apron to the side, stepping out from behind the bar.

I blinked. "Sorry, but the other bartenders weren’t exactly…welcoming." I added, remembering their cold attitudes.

He chuckled, joining me by the counter. "Sweetheart, anything friendly you find here is probably bad for you." He teased as the music swelled around us.

I couldn’t help but notice his hazel eyes, the straight fringe of his hair and the piercing in his ear. "Including you?" I asked, raising a brow.

He leaned in close, his breath tickling my ear. "Maybe, but my name’s Samuel." He said, locking eyes with me as he straightened up.

I smiled a little, feeling more at ease. "Roxanne."

"Nice to meet you, Roxanne." He said, nodding as he gestured in a direction. "I’ll be nice enough to show you to the boss’s office so you can sort out the job."

I followed him through the crowded club, weaving between dancers and tables.

"By the way, you came at the right time...Boss is in." He mentioned as we reached a spiral staircase that led to the second floor.

The stairs were lined with red carpet, the railing intricately designed in iron.

On the second floor, everything was quieter, more exclusive. The VIP area, I guessed. There was an opulent office enclosed by black-tinted glass walls and standing guard outside was a massive guy in a black suit, arms crossed.

I paused, taking in the plush leather furniture and dim lighting casting shadows on the sleek décor.

"And if you’re lucky, you might get the job." Samuel added as we stopped near the office door.