I read every word of the contract, but it wouldn’t have mattered if it said I had to wear a French maid’s uniform while I worked and couldn’t get benefits until I got down on my knees and begged. The salary was more than I’d expected and would help me finally get out of the hole I’d been in for far too long. Finding nothing suspect in the dozen or so pages of the contract, I sat back and waited for Cassian to return.
He needed an assistant, and I needed a job. It was a match made in heaven.
Chapter Two
Cassian
Following Stefan and Kane out of my office, I met them in the bar area to give Olivia some privacy while she read over the extensive contract I required all employees sign. Although we’d just met, I liked her and wanted her to accept the job, mainly because I’d gone long enough without an assistant.
In a low voice, Kane said with a grin, “I always love it when you say what we do here is legal. You’re the only one of us who could pull that off. There’s no way anyone would believe that coming from Stefan or me.”
“Yeah, well, we’d never get anyone to come in here as my assistant if we told them we had to pay off the cops and grease the politicians to stay open, especially someone like Olivia there.”
“She’s a cute one, even in that suit,” Stefan said with a predatory smirk, betraying how much he liked her already too.
“Don’t even think of it,” I warned my little brother whose inability to keep his hands off the employees had led to more than one legal mess I’d had to clean up.
“You’re not talking about that non-fraternization business in your contracts, are you? What’s the point of running a place like this if we don’t get to enjoy ourselves sometimes?”
Kane rolled his eyes and shook his head in disgust. Unlike Stefan, my half-brother never bothered with any of the staff, despite the fact that he dealt with the more erotic areas of the club and had more than ample opportunity to try out the dancers, even if it violated the non-fraternization clause of our deal.
“No, I’m not talking about the fact that you’re supposed to keep your hands off the bartenders so I don’t have to deal with another problem that will cost us more money to keep another girl quiet. That non-disclosure clause requires lawyers to enforce it, Stefan.”
“Then what are you talking about? She’s hot.” He peered over my shoulder into my office and grinned. “Have you ever noticed how few good looking redheads there are in the world? She’s definitely in the hot redhead category. I usually don’t like red hair with brown eyes, but they work on her. Why shouldn’t I see if she wants to get together?”
Intentionally making my voice stern, I answered, “Because I said not to.”
I saw in Kane’s eyes that he instantly understood my point, but Stefan’s cock was doing the thinking for him, so he didn’t seem to comprehend the sharpness of my scolding. “Are you saying she’s off limits, Cash? That sounds like a challenge to me. I bet I could have her begging for it in no time.”
Taking a step closer to him, I leaned hard against his shoulder to warn him. “I’m saying she’s not to be touched. Are we clear?”
Stefan looked over at Kane as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard, and when he didn’t find an ally in him for his conquest, turned back to face me. Putting his hands up in surrender, he shrugged. “No problem. I was just having a little fun. That’s all. I had no idea you’d decided she was yours. Take it easy, Cash. You won’t find a problem with me. You might want to try showing her you like her, though. My guess is that she has no idea since you act like all the fun in you is trapped in that suit and tie.”
I looked back at Olivia as she sat in my office examining the contract I hoped she’d sign. Unlike Stefan, I didn’t make it a practice of sleeping with every woman who worked for me. My previous assistant had left because she’d gotten married and her husband had thought little of her working in a place associated with other people’s fantasies. I could understand that. I’m not sure I’d want any wife of mine spending her workdays surrounded by what we dealt with here.
Stefan hadn’t been wrong in his assessment of how attractive Olivia was. He may not have found redheads sexy more times than not, but for me, redheads were always hot, no matter what color eyes they had. Fiery and hot-tempered, there was nothing sexier than a redhead, and a smart one like Olivia was the best type of woman there was.
Jesus, I sounded like my horny younger brother.
I didn’t need to troll the club for potential girlfriends. My personal life was better left right where it was—separate from my business life. I didn’t date women who were members of the club, especially those who enjoyed the fantasies we provided. That had disaster written all over it. I lived by the old adage “Don’t shit where you eat”.
Women were easy to come by. I didn’t have to spend my time at work picking them up. If only I could convince Stefan of that fact.
“So you think she’s going to work out, Cash?” he asked, shaking me from my thoughts.
“She’ll be fine. She’s got great qualifications and she seems easy enough to get along with. As long as she can handle the place, I don’t see a problem.”
“I wonder if she’ll take advantage of the unique benefits package we offer,” Stefan said with a grin.
Kane looked moderately interested in his idea, probably because it was he who organized that part of the business. I wasn’t sure allowing upper level employees like our assistants to become members automatically was a good idea, even though I’d had Olivia checked out thoroughly before she walked through the door. She had no bad habits, no addictions, and decent credit, except for the past six months, so even if she wasn’t an employee she’d likely been eligible to become a member. I just hoped letting her wouldn’t encourage that shitting where we ate thing.
“You know what I think about mixing business with pleasure, little brother,” I chastised, hoping Stefan would get the hint that whatever would happen with Olivia wouldn’t involve him at all.
“That it makes us millions of fucking dollars a year? Stop acting like you aren’t intimately involved in this business of ours, Cash. I don’t care if you’ve never taken advantage of the pleasures Kane and his people offer upstairs. You benefit from the mixing of business and pleasure every day of your life, and just because you dress like some stiff doesn’t mean you can divorce yourself from who we truly are.”