The Owner's Box

Chapter 2

Harlow POV

I reach the owners box and discreetly dismissed the usual staff assigned to service the area. Only security remained because I wanted to ensure complete privacy for what was to unfold within.

It becomes a little too loud, so I take my hearing aids off of my ears and put them into my inner jacket pocket. My other senses pick up a little as I can feel my chest start to thump, and my feet start to vibrate a little more from the music. I made my way to the bar, reaching for the bottle of whiskey I favored, and then grabbed a glass.

 As I began to pour, I sensed the subtle shift in the music's vibrations beneath my feet, signaling Emerald's imminent appearance. Still without my hearing aids, I had no intention of engaging in conversation or listening to the music; my sole desire was to watch her, to be captivated by her performance.

 As I finished pouring my drink, I could feel the rhythmic clack of her heels across the floor, steadily drawing closer. Each step seemed to echo with heightening anticipation around the room.

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  Emerald POV

 As I step into the room, I feel taken aback by what greeted me. This was not at all what I had anticipated. I had expected a woman, yes, but certainly not this woman. In my mind, I had pictured someone more traditionally feminine, and the figure before me defied those expectations entirely.

Is Frank sure a woman booked the space?

As I approached them from behind, it became immediately apparent that she tall as tall as fuck. Definitely over 6 feet tall. Even with the platform heels adding to my height, she would tower over me.

Fuck, my pussy twitched.

I need to get it together because if this is a woman when she turns around that means she's a stud and umm nah.? I stated more to myself as a question than a statement because literally my pussy doesn't twitch for just anybody and especially not over back views. I mean unless I'm giving back shots.

Why am I thinking about giving back shots while I'm supposed to be in here dancing? 

I'm just here to dance and make this money because this woman is about to help me pay off the rest of my tuition for the semester.

I scan my eyes over her; she's wearing a dark blue, form-fitting suit. I can tell that she has muscles; I see them poking from the suit. Her hair looks really long, but it's pulled up into a bun, she's got a fresh undercut. I could see a tattoo spilling from the back of her neck up into the undercut. I know that shit hurt.

"Ready for the best night of your life?" I ask seductively, but the stranger never faces me or responds.

"Okay," I draw out a little as I begin to walk towards them.

The closer I got to the stranger, the more my senses began to pick up. I could smell the intoxicating scent of cologne emanating from her. Ummm she smells good as fuck.

I feel myself starting to get nervous. My heart begins to speed up with every step I take. As I reached out to tap the woman's shoulder to figure out why they're so rude and not responding to me, she turns around quickly, catching me off guard. 

I almost lose my balance from the sudden movement as she turns around, causing me to jump. Thankfully, I managed to regain my footing before hitting the ground. Before fully stabilizing myself, I felt big, soft hands grab me by my waist, pulling me closer to her, preventing me from falling.