Kill Or Be Killed

Chapter Thirteen

Scale Number: 2 (On dancefloor)

Cat flipped through one of the many shopping catalogs she'd found on the makeshift desk, the particular one containing different designs for the bar's interior decorations. She wasn't really paying attention to the content, her imagination reeling about the things she'd started conjuring about her savior.

Her mind racing with all sorts of thoughts, all landing back on he could have done lots of things to her back at the cabin, if he'd wanted to. Yet, he'd acted like a gentleman most of the time. A cabin where he cooked for her and took care of her while keeping her out of harm's way. Was it all just a long game?

It wasn't until she was halfway through the magazine that she was ripped away from her thoughts by the door opening. Making her lift her head in hopes that Kal had returned for her, only it wasn't him.

Or even a man for that matter.

Instead it was a skimpy dressed woman, her large tits all but exposed through her sheer lace shirt. Save for the embroidery placed just right to cover the immediate area around her nipples. The tight leather pants she wore were just as revealing as the shirt, with bright red thong strings sticking out of the waistband. She wore her bottle blonde hair up in a ponytail so high, it was basically on the top of her head, and her pinched face was done up in layers of unartful makeup.

When she laid her shit brown eyes on the girl already there, a scowl deepened in her expression. "He said he had an important guest up here, but I couldn't believe it was a woman. Hmm," the rude noise made as she took in Cat's entire body, her plucked eyebrows coming together with indecision. "Guess for someone like him, I expected more."

Opening her mouth, Cat snapped it closed when no words formed; even when she wanted to demand the skanky whore's identification. Although it wasn't entirely hard to guess, if she wasn't blinded by the sudden onslaught of jealousy. "Sorry?" Unsure of how else to respond to something so insulting. Unsure of how she was supposed to proceed, Cat tilted her head slightly, "Who are you exactly?"

As if this completely took her by surprise, like everyone knew who she was. "I'm Edan, Mr. Black's 'personal' assistant." She winked, "If you know what I mean." Making clear assumptions that they were more than business associates. With a look around the room, she added, "This is my box, you're currently waiting in."

She didn't seem to know much about the guest waiting there, or she might have watched the way she spoke. Making her wonder what he said about his guest exactly. Regardless of what he told her, Cat didn't like the way this employee was speaking down to her. "I thought this was Kal's box."

The look on her smug painted face was worth it when her bright red lips parted and she was completely baffled by the use of his first name. Like she'd never heard it before, making it almost worth the disrespect she'd been giving.

Edan scanned her a second time, making a clicking noise drowned out by the music behind her. "I guess keeping you entertained won't be so hard," stepping back, she beaconed for the girl to follow her, "Let's go get a drink."

Cat however only moved by slowly lowering one boot after the other to the carpeted floor. Otherwise staying there on the black leather benches that edged the small round room, not making it a very good office space. Looking past her nervously to see if he had appeared behind her out of thin air, "He told me to stay in here." He also hadn't said anything about her showing up either, so would it really hurt? On the other hand, She didn't truly know who he was, and shouldn't go around pissing him off on purpose.

"Mr. Black told me to come entertain you," making a grand gesture inside the area, "How am I supposed to do that in a stuffy room like this?"

Cat chewed on her lip, thinking about it. He was an intimidating man, so why would his people lie to her? "Okay," she stood up hesitantly, "But just for a minute." She slowly made her way to the door, out into the main part of the club. She waits for Edan to close the door before following her down the cast iron staircase.