Exultation (18+)

Chapter One

As the crowded club buzzed, Lahni found herself pacing between crowded tables. An overwhelming sense of anxiety was beginning to affect her, as numerous intimidating individuals dominated the area, making her feel flustered.
They were not staffed enough for today, with only 3 other servers in the big establishment with numerous demanding people.
Turning around she made her way to the back entrance of the bar to the chef, she bumped into someone and gasped loudly as she fell on her ass, a stinging pain shot up the small brunette's bottom, and her notepad flew across the hallway.

"Ah fuck" She hissed in pain, she looks up ready to gaze murderous glares at the person who had been a walking brick wall, but instead, she met soft green eyes.

"I-I'm so sorry, sir, forgive me for being clumsy." She mumbles her face flushing red. The raven-haired male in front of her was amused but very intrigued.

"Here" His deep voice sent pleasurable sound waves to her ears, he offered his sizeable hands to her petite ones, and lifted her effortlessly, she avoids his gaze embarrassment lingering on her face.

"I'm so sorry, I was just in a rush -" She rants but he stops her.

"No harm done, I hope I didn't hurt you too badly" He rasps, kissing her hand—tingles erupting. She chuckles nervously.

"You're fine I'm sorry, I'll be getting back to work" She explains hurriedly, his eyes followed the small girls' struts into the kitchen area as he turned on his heel and to his table.
Lahni gives the chef the orders, and to her shock, Mr. Blackwell's order is ready to be at his table along with the whiskey of his choice. She nervously picks up the tray walking it to the table, she bid apologies to people she'd accidentally bumped into as she searched for his in the back row, finally she sees his table. That guy from earlier was sitting there by her surprise, perhaps it's his friend? She prayed to God he didn't let what happened rip to her boss, she would be utterly embarrassed. Her cheeks are stained red as she walks to the table.

"I wasn't aware you were here with Mr.Blackwell sir, I apologize for earlier again, would you like something?" Lahni asks embarrassment sketched across her face as she takes her notepad out, doing her best to show her professional side.

"No, this will be all for me." Eric smiles as he licks his lips, Lahni's face contorts into one of confusion but then it hits her all at once.

Holy fuck he is the boss.

"I'm so sorry for bumping into you, that was very unprofessional of me." Her tone begged forgiveness, Eric was astounded at the amount of sympathy for something so small.

"That's not necessary pretty girl, there's no need to be sorry it was an accident,"  He smiles at her reassuringly.  She is flooded with a sense of relief, but her damp thong reminds her of how attracted she is to this man, her boss. He's a dom, a very good one as told to her by Angie. He was gentle and sweet, but very intimidating, Lahni could feel the dominance and power radiating off of him. She could lie to herself about a lot of things, but her attraction and wanting to please him was undeniable, she wanted him to take her in every way possible.

"What's your name sweetheart?" Eric asks her, she was frozen in place trapped in her thoughts, he clears his throat and asks again,
"What's your name?"

"L-Lahni Jane" She stuttered pathetically tumbling over her words due to her recent thoughts.

"Good girl, are you a submissive?" He inquires. Her heart dropped in her chest, this was it, this was going to be the end of her, how could she tell the sexiest man in the world she wasn't a trained submissive? How embarrassing.