Chapter 4

Rhea POV

I awake and Damien is gone. I can still smell him. He smells heavenly. He left a note on the table.

• I enjoyed our night. You looked beautiful. See you soon Damien*

I hold the note for a moment. I wonder if working for him would be a good idea. I wonder why he wants to help me. I wonder why me of all people. I am sure I am not even qualified to work for him. Why on earth would he want me? It would be great to get out of this hell hole. The only good thing about this place is Tyler. I hate Randall. I would love to get away from him.

Randall comes in, "Hey that guy left you a tip. Tyler is adding it to your account. What did you do for that? Did you fuck him?" he says with a smirk on his face.

Damn Randall. Are you jealous? Of course, you are. nobody here likes you not even the girls that kiss your ass.

"We talked. I am just that good, " I respond.

I can tell the wheels are turning. He is hoping I did something more. He wants to reprimand me or at least have something to blackmail me with. He probably just wants to hear about it. Some of the girls tell him about their clients. Not me. What goes on in the rooms is private and most certainly none of his business.

"Well, I better not find evidence of anything else in this room. If I do you are fired," he yells at me. Randall starts going throw the trash and looking in the bathrooms. He is looking for condoms. He examines the couch. Eww How gross. Is he seriously looking for stains?

"Seriously Randall. The guy is just lonely and likes to talk. Stop being a jerk. Are you jealous or something," I say.

He slings the door open. "Times up. You need to leave so we can clean up this room. I need it for another client," he says.

"I need to get my things. He paid for 12 hours. I have plenty of time to get my things together. So stop acting like a jerk. The room is mine for now," I say.

Tyler comes running to the room. Tyler loves some good drama. If I ever want to know what is going on in the club I ask him He knows everybody's business.

"You guys okay. I heard shouting. I was afraid something was wrong with Rhea," Tyler asks.

"Yes, love. Can you help me get my things? Randall here is tossing me out of the room. You know the room Damien paid for the night. He says he needs it," I say with the most sarcastic tone.

"Actually. The room is still yours for another hour. So you can take your time. I do not think anyone else has booked it, " Tyler says after checking his tablet.

"I need it. I want her out of here. I am pretty sure this room with need a deep clean as soon as we find where all the sex happened. It is here I know I will find the evidence," Randall says.

I grab the wine bottles and my note. "You know what Randall, Fuck you!" I scream.

Randall is visibly shocked and Tyler cannot believe I stood up for myself. I don't normally let Randall get to me like this. But I am not going to be accused of having sex with a client. That is forbidden and it just pisses me off.

Randall grabs me. "You are not going to talk to me that way bitch. You are done here," he screams at me.

Tyler steps in between us. "Dude let her go. She is top-billed. Do you really want to lose her? Do you have any idea how much money the club would lose if she quits?" Tyler asks him.

Randall lets go of my arm. "No. She needs to watch her mouth. She is the one acting like a bitch," he says.

Randall storms out of the room. I can hear him fussing down the hall as he tries to find someone to take out his frustrations on. He is such an asshole.

"Hey Ty, Damien left a lot of wine and champagne. I ate all the oysters but I left you some food. Help yourself," I tell him.

Tyler runs over to the table and grabs three bottles. "I will take these," he says.

I look at the bottles. "Good choices boo, How about that breakfast I promised you," I say.

Tyler kisses me on the cheek. "Girl We are about to eat well. Wait until you see the tip he left. Are you going to tell me all about the night or will I have to pry it out of you," Tyler says.

He helps me grab my things and we head to my dressing room.

I have to decide if I am going to tell Tyler. Shit, I have to tell him something because I am not coming to work tonight. He can be my voice of reason.

"Ty, I have to be off tonight," I say.

Tyler sits my things down, "Why what's up?" he asks.

I walk over to the small white sink in my dressing room. I start washing my makeup off my face. "I have a business proposal I need to attend to," I say.

Tyler looks at me in that you are hiding something look. "Really?Is it Mr.Sexy? You can tell me you know I can keep a secret," he says.

He keeps staring at me as I pull my hair up into a ponytail. "I will tell you everything over breakfast. You have to keep it quiet until I decide what I am going to do," I say.

Tyler hands me a pair of leggings and a top. I dress quickly.

"Did you?" Tyler asks.

"Did I what?" I respond.

"Did you sleep with him?" he asks.

I stand in front of Tyler. I put my hands on both of his shoulders. "Ty, Do you really think I would sleep with him here?" I ask.

Randall comes into my room without knocking. "Hey, I need you here tonight early. You have several bookings," he says.

"I am not on the books for tonight. I took off," I say.

"I know you did but you have a request and you will honor it," he says. He walks out the door and slams it.

I look at Tyler and smile. "Boo Boo I will not be here tonight. Fuck Randall and fuck those bookings," I say.

Tyler laughs, "Fuck Randall. He will get over it. I will reroute the bookings and cover you. Do not worry about a thing," Ty says.

"Thanks. Now let us go get you some pancakes,” I say.