The Master's Den

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Song: Crazy in love by Beyonce

Scarlett's POV:

We pull up to a place that I have never been too. It's going on six and not many people are here yet. The lights on the outside are dark purple and the name of the club made me wonder what kind of place could this possible be. It's also in dark purple, 'The Master's Den'.

I couldn't help but ask, "What kind of club is this?"

"Well it's actually a gentleman's club. You can wait out here if you want."

"No it's alright; I'm dying to see what its like," I wrinkle my nose at him.

"Ok but if you come in you may want to wait in my office alright."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I get out and walk in with him; his arm is around my waist so anyone that sees us knows that I belong to him.

The lights are very dim and there is music playing that one would make out to. Mekhi greets the man at the door and we walk in the second entrance.

The first things I notice are the girls and I mean several are dancing with no clothes on. I look over at Mekhi to see if he is looking at them but he keeps walking forward not even paying any attention to any of them. We make our way to the office and not once do I see his eyes wonder to another girl.

He stops and looks at me with suspicion. "You can still watch from here," he laughs, "I saw you looking."

"Whatever!" I slap him on the arm.

He kisses me and says, "I'll be right back alright don't go anywhere."

"Yes sir."

"I like when you say that to me." He winks and then closes the door behind him.

I don't know what draws me to the window but I go over and watch the girls dance.

He said he would only be gone a few minutes and it's already going on an hour. More guys have arrived downstairs to watch the girls dance. I'm getting really thirsty so I decide to go down to the bar. It's just a drink no big deal.

The music is a lot louder down here but it doesn't really bother me that much. I make my way to the bar and the bar tender is a really hot looking guy. I think he may be Italian and his hair is sleek back. His eyes are dark blue and mysterious. Damn if I wasn't already taken.

"Can I get you something?" His voice is just as dreamy, damn.

"Uhm! Do you know how to make a Jack Rose?" I ask.

"Of course, I think I can do that for you."

I watch him as he grabs the Lairds Applejack then some grenadine; His massive hands squeezes the lemon into the glass and then he adds some Peychaud's bitters to it. He shakes it and then pours into another glass. He hands it to me with a smile.

"Thanks." I smile and take a sip. I turn around on the stool to watch the girls dancing on the stage. I finish the drink and ask for another.

A hand comes around me, but it's not the touch that I am familiar with. I turn back around and dark eyes are staring at me. His eyes trail down my body and then back up. He is darker skinned with dark hair. I really don't notice anything else.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He asks.

"I have one already but thanks." I turn back around to look at Gabe, the bar tender. Yes I know I got his name after the first drink.

"Well alright then, no problem. Maybe later then by the way my name is Simon and you are?"

"Scarlett."

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