Chapter 9

RULE #8: IT IS POSSIBLE TO BE DRESSED TOO PROVOCATIVELY, EVEN WHEN YOU WORK FOR A SEX CLUB.

Presh

"All done?"

Musa is towering over me from behind as I fill in the hundredth page of this mind-numbing paperwork.

"Was having to rewrite my name on every single page really necessary?" I joke. When I glance up at him with a smile, he glares down at me, looking entirely unamused.

"Unfortunately, yes. Now, gather your things. I can drive you over to the club, give you a tour, and introduce you to everyone."

My spine straightens. Everyone? Club? I sort of thought this was going to be a one-location kind of job. I mean, I read about the club being built, but I didn't really expect to be going there.

And meeting people — kinky people. My palms start sweating immediately, and I glance down at my outfit.

Now, I know that when dressing for a new admin job, you should really be wearing the world's most appropriate outfit, but for some reason, when choosing my clothes this morning, I was out of sorts. I mean, it's not like I put on a see-through blouse and a black bra by accident, but I was still so fixated on my first encounter in this office that I went for something a little more… risqué than normal.

I wanted to… I don't know, impress him. No, impress isn't the right word.

Turn him on? Ick, no.

Please him. That's it. I wanted to wear an outfit that didn't just fit me, but him too.

Not sure how I feel about that, but it is what it is.

"Now?" I ask.

"Yes, now. Come on. I'll drive."