Curved Edges ✔

EPILOGUE

21 months later

♡ AMA

I look at my reflection in the window of the taxi; my red hair is up, cat-eye eyeliner, red lipstick, and a vintage dress hugging my curves. Under it, I'm wearing a garter belt, stockings, and vintage heels. All picked out by Francois. He knows how to make me feel powerful and sexy at the same time. These vintage dresses are amazing, hugging my curves like a second skin, but still covering up enough to stay business-like.

I walk in through the backdoor and take in the new decor of the club. Black walls and floors, pink and purple strip-lights outlining the bar, stage, and seating areas. The stage is now T-shaped, five poles side by side for the girls to climb in and front row seats for the people who want to see them up close and personal. Feli helped me design it and even came up with a solo routine using all five poles in one dance.

I walk up to the bar and run my fingers across the black wooden top. I check out the new taps and storage system. Whatever Donté wanted, I got. He's the expert and I want to keep the sexy man happy. He runs a tight ship, is a skilled bartender and all the women come in here to drool over him. He's an important asset to my business.

I walk over to the new security office, right next to the entrance, and find one of my favorite people hunched over the desk. He's testing the security camera feeds, his fingers moving across the keyboard to select the streams one by one. His wedding ring sparkles every time the light hits it.

"Mister Antoine, what are you still doing here this late? Aren't you supposed to be in the park, setting things up?"

His head snaps up to me and he looks embarrassed. I chuckle and admire his work ethic. He just wants everything to be perfect for our grand re-opening. And I love him for it. But today is more important than the club.

I put my hands on my hips and shoot him my boss look. He gets up and when he tries to speak, I raise my hand. "Nope. Get out! Now!"

"Yes, mam. I'll see you in the park."

I chuckle when I watch him run out. He knows not to argue when I look like that. They all do. I love every single person working here but I'm the boss and they better listen.

Walking through the door at the end of the stage, I get excited. I can't wait to see how the dressing room for my girls has turned out. I asked Feli for help on the practical things in here but the look and feel is all my idea. I wanted a vintage Hollywood look and went with it.

I flip the switch behind the mirror and the light bulbs around it shine on me, creating a romantic atmosphere. Sitting down on the chair in front of it I look at my own reflection.

Look at her. Strip club boss, looking the part in her vintage dress, stockings, and heels. Hair up and makeup on point. I look powerful and sexy at the same time. And I love it. I tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear and get up.

I make my way up the stairs to my office and pause at the top of the stairs to stare at the two half-naked, fit guys guarding my door. I smile and walk up to them to give them both a kiss on the cheek before stepping into my office.

Those pretty boys outside are purely for show. It sends a message to my visitors. I love creating a mysterious, dominant atmosphere, it does wonders for my business.

My eyes land on the gorgeous bouquet of blue hydrangea's on my desk, smiling wide as I make my way over to them to read the card attached to it. Oh, he sure has a way with words and the flower arrangement is so elegant. Well done mister.

I sit down at my desk and open the top drawer, pulling out a small box with a pretty bow on it. The gift doesn't need any work, it's perfect but I can't go to the park like this. Knowing the guys, they'll be playing football. And if that's the case, I'm joining them.