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He leads me by my hand out of the bar and across the wet street to a building with neon red lights pulsing its light all around the building.
"Luca, where are we going?" I ask him quietly as he takes me up to the entrance with a huge body guard guarding it.
"I'm taking you to my club, Flower." He smiles at me before nodding at the body guard and slipping past him.
"Woah." I'm welcomed with warm red lights illuminating the entire room and engulfing me in a red glow.
The ground is covered with maroon carpet while the walls are almost black in color until you reach the stage. The stage has red curtain hanging on the walls for easy entree for the dancers I'm guessing.
"You own this place?" I ask him in disbelief.
He smirks and turns his head towards me.
"Not only own but I built this place from scratch my flower."
I look around the whole place and my jaw drops. "You built this place?!"
He chuckles. "Well I mean I had help of course but I built it to my own expectations and I think it turned out beautifully." He looks around.
I turn towards him. "Why isn't anyone here?" I ask.
"Sweetie it's only 1:00pm, the real work hours start at 5:00-5:30, that's when people usually get out of work or around that time. Now towards 7-9 is when the Platt's hours start because that's when it starts to get dark and people start thinking about things that they normally shouldn't be thinking about." He smirks as he grabs my hand and starts walking to the back.
"Let me show you around and also get you a different pair of clothes." He looks me up and down.
"Hey don't be judging me it really burned!" I say as I nudge him.
"No promises gorgeous." He remarks to me as he leads me into the back room.
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He opens a door into an office looking room for me to go in. "Thank you." I walk in.
"I have some spare clothes that I keep here for me but you can borrow it if that's okay with you." He says as he walks over to a desk and opens the bottom drawer before pulling out a oversized white shirt.
"I only have this shirt that will sort of fit you." He says as he hands it to me.
I take it into my hands hesitantly and I instantly feel the silky soft material run against my fingertips. This dosent feel like any causual shirt
I take a peak at the tag on the collar and I read Gucci Along the hemline.
My eyes widen and I hold it back out to him. "I'm way too gross and poor to be wearing this."
"Then accept it as a gift beautiful, I don't want you to walk around in a stained shirt." He pushes my hands softly back into my chest. "And you're not gross at all."
"You're serious?" I squint my eyes at him with question.
"Never been more serious in my life." He smiles at me while nodding but his face quickly drops.
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The Red Platt's Dancer
Romance"You don't come around places like this all too often, do you?" He asks with a smirk as he rolls his body slowly from his head all the way down to his thighs as he kneels on the stage. I watch him with my bottom lip between my teeth as I try not to...
