The Dusk Room

The Dusk Room chapter 13

In my battered old Peugeot 205, I pull up against the kerb of the club; watching the last of the revellers as they leave the place. I'm certainly not dressed for the occasion. I'm wearing skinny jeans and a tatty tight black tee, which in hindsight, was a bad idea because it isn't keeping me warm against the chilled air. My converse hi-tops hit the pavement with determined steps. I glance up at the two bouncers, wearily guarding the door. No pleasantries are exchanged, one of them simply allows me inside; like they're expecting me or something.

Inside, there are still a few stragglers left; either drunk, dancing with tired feet, snogging the face off someone or quietly chatting. It's gone three in the fucking morning people...don't you have homes to go back to? I silently curse at each and every one of them.

Some of the staff, watch me with an intensity as I stomp through the emptying club. When I get to the VIP entrance, a huge guy is stood in my way. Impassively, he stares down a me. "I need to see Fane." I rudely tell him. I can't be bothered with being all nicey-nice. I just need to see his boss.

The bouncer gruffly replies. "I'll just let him know." He starts talking into his ear piece. "Mr. V...there is someone here to see you." I listen with impatience, unable to hear his reply. Then the beefcake replies to whatever is being said back to him. "I think you're going to want to see this person, Sir." He glances down at me again, nodding as he speaks. "Yes...it is, Mr. V." Obviously finishing the conversation between himself and Fane, the bouncer turns to release one side of the red rope. "Come with me."

I obediently follow him, without saying a thing. I'm just relieved that Fane has agreed to see me at this ridiculous hour. When we enter the VIP room, it's eerily quiet, with just a couple of staff clearing away all the empties on the bar. They briefly look up at me, acknowledging that I'm there with an awkward smile, then busily continue with their work; in no doubt wishing to get to their beds sometime soon.

Just as we're approaching the office door, it suddenly opens. Strutting out of it, is a leggy blonde. Legs that go on like a Giraffe's and carrying with her an attitude of someone who thinks her shit doesn't stink. She brushes past me with an arrogant strut, and a forced but smug smile. "He's all yours now." She sarcastically croons as she walks away. My head turns, checking her out because there's nothing at all friendly about this woman. He's all yours now? What exactly did she mean by that? I watch her ass sway from side to side in her leather look leggings. Her lithe arms move in perfect motion to her body and her long neck is shown off by her short, impish crop; peroxide blonde in colour. She's provocative, funky, sassy, but needs to work on her social skills—big time.

My eyes tighten with envy, as I watch her disappear from sight, wondering who she is and why was she just coming out of Fane's office like she knows something that I don't.

My coveting gaze is interrupted by the door swinging open.

Biting my lips with nerves, I look up to see Fane holding it wide. His lips press tight together with an unwillingness to smile and his dull eyes uneasily stare down at me, unsure of how to react. He looks from me, to his huge framed employee. "Thanks, Tiny...I'll take it from here." He's called Tiny...but he's HUGE! I say to myself, unable to stop a small smile from forming at the irony of it all.

Fane spots the tiny grin pulling up the corner of my amused mouth, his eyebrows pull together with a non-committal frown as he drags his steady gaze away from me. "Can you and Sid finish up? I don't want any interruptions."

Tiny nods. "Sure thing, Mr. V."

Stepping aside, Fane gestures with his eyes for me to enter. I take a deep breath before moving my legs, a tenseness forming in the pit of my stomach as I walk through into his quiet and dimly lit office.