Banking on Him

Chapter 20 - Reese

She didn't know I was here. I was pretty sure she didn't even know I owned the club and considering Erica called me earlier to request VIP access, I was pretty surprised. I figured her best friend would have told her by now. Well, Erica didn't know I was here. She probably figured I'll show up, but she doesn't know I'm watching her best friends every move from the office above the club. There are one-sided windows up here, so management can see what's going on at all times. I gave my manager the night off and took over the office for my viewing pleasure.

I sat on a large leather couch sipping scotch, watching Serena text me. She was tipsy that much I could tell. She also seemed to want me. The question was, would she still want me when she finds out I'm here, watching her.

Some part of me knows this is a little creepy. I get it, but this also is my club. And I didn't get enough of her this afternoon.

I want to take her home, strip her out of that tiny dress, and make love to her all night long. I also want her to have a good night with her friends. I don't know if I've ever seen her this happy or free. She's currently talking animatedly with a woman I don't recognize at her table.

So, I'll wait. I'll see how all this plays out. But even as I think it, I know I'll end up down on the floor. I'll let her catch me watching her. She has to know, and I have to know how she'll take it. I'm hoping she'll want me so much she'll forget she should be mad at me.

Pretty soon, Erica grabs her hand and hauls her to the dance floor. She's in the middle of the group of women, grinding on her friend, shaking her ass like it's her job.

Her dress is small, light pink, and sparkly. I can't imagine that was something she picked out on her own, but what did I know. I hadn't seen her wearing clothes often.

I thought about that. I thought about how I wanted to see her fully clothed. Lord knows, I wanted to see her naked and spread across my bed too, but I also wanted to get to know her, to take her out and do normal things like going to craft beer festivals and wine tastings and fancy dinners and shows. I wanted to fuck her, but I also wanted to know her.

I sighed. I didn't think it was likely that was going to happen, but I couldn't help but be hopeful.

Lost in thought, I hadn't noticed some guy grinding up against her. Immediately, I was furious. I got to my feet and paced. I didn't like some other guy touching her. I knew she wasn't mine to keep, but I still felt possessive. How long had this gone on and how had I not noticed?

I growled frustrated and felt helpless. If I went down there and intervened, she'd be pissed. More than pissed. I know Erica knows about us, but I'm willing to bet other people she works with are down there. I don't know for sure, but the one thing I do know is I have to act.

I downed the rest of my scotch and slipped out of the office and down the stairs leading to the club. My brain was at war with itself telling me this is a horrible idea, but also pushing me forward.

I headed to the end of the bar and ordered another drink. I needed to calm down. Serena looked a little uncomfortable, and the guy looked pushy. I keep waiting for Erica to step in but she was lost in her guy. After I get my drink, I moved directly behind Serena and stood leaning against the wall. I had hope since I was directly behind her she might not see me. I'm positive she won't be happy to see me.

After a few minutes, Erica's eyes catch mine, and her mouth pops open just before a smile spreads across her face. She's standing in front of Serena, and I watch as she leans forward to whisper in her ear. Serena's posture changed like she's more aware, and she takes a step away from the guy, who is too drunk even to notice; Then, she turns to face me. Her face isn't instant anger or annoyance like I expect. Instead, a small smile forms on her lips and she shakes her head in that sort of I should have known way.