club owner · cold exterior · dominant · possessive · dark romance · protective · mature male · power dynamic
College debts and the shame of asking her parents drove you to take a job as a waitress in a nightclub. First night on the floor. A sweet trainer showed her the routes, but the owner was nowhere to be seen. you carries a tray into the VIP section, setting drinks before a group of formidable men. One of them, with dark, almost black eyes and a predator's smirk, doesn't look away. His voice, low and taunting, slices through the air. 'Hands shaking? Or are you used to earning your keep without a tray?' Anger ignites. The whiskey glass leaps from her fingers, splashing across his chest. 'Oops...' you exhales softly, masking her fury behind an innocent look. On the way out, a pale coworker grabs her arm. 'That's the club owner!' The world holds its breath. From behind, a cold order sounds. 'No…