~ THE BRONZE EYES

It was certainly a bad sign that upon first meeting Alejandro D’amelio, Sabrina’s immediate first thought was shit, he’s hot. Even worse when quickly within that same conversation she discovered this man was, of all things, his goddamn Boss. Who was twenty-Eight. In short, off-limits. It should have been enough to deter Sabrina from thinking about him like that any further. But it wasn’t. In fact, much to her dismay, her desire and curiosity only continued to grow as she got to know the man better.

"Buttercup where's the fire," Sabrina prays to the heavens that her hunch as to where Amelia would be paid off. She knew she would find the dancer at the entrance to the main club, she won't tell the dancer that she's being obvious in her peeking over a scantily, glad Amelia who is currently dancing around a pole in a blue lace bodysuit! "Amelia you have to help me, he sent me to get his drink and said you would know." 

"First things first, buttercup, breathe. I can see how much you're shaking, drink this water, and then I will help with the request." Sabrina takes a deep breath she

desperately needs and a moment to collect herself, the man she just left is so totally different than what she was expecting! Sabrina can't believe she thought she was potentially dancing for what she thought would be a more arrogant version of Tommy. God she got that so wrong, she was expecting someone with too cheap aftershave, ridiculous gold medallion style necklaces, and a too-tight silk shirt, almost something out of a bad seventies porn film! 

But the man she practically fled from and left in that private room as fast as her feet would carry her is all primal alpha male. The man he left was nothing short of a god, a god she has to serve his usual drink order too!

The image of shiny undercut almost violet platinum hair, intense bright bronze eyes that look like they could see a person's soul! Slightly golden skin, a sharp jawline, and cherry red plump lips are seared onto his eyelids! Sabrina almost whimpers when she remembers just how this guy demanded her compliance by merely holding her chin, the strength in those long cold fingers almost paralyzing. Sabrina couldn't help but get a peek at what the other was wearing. It just screamed power, excess, and respect! Sabrina can feel her pale cheeks heating when she remembers the flash of skin she saw, there was very little else under that black tuxedo jacket save for a collection of silver chains hanging from more golden skin, which she tried desperately not to look too much at!

"Amelia just how far up the chain in management is this Boss?" Sabrina doesn't miss how the burnt orange statuesque girl frowns at her phone, her gut and her instincts are screaming that she should be wary of that man she left with a puzzling look on his face, in a reserved private booth!

She tries to tamper down yet fails miserably to stop thinking of an unusual feeling of wanting to be devoured by that raw masculine sexuality! Sabrina feels even more intense heat on her cheeks, unsure what's happening to her, as she internally admits to herself she would have quite happily humped one of those glorious thighs like a bitch in heat!

"Please Amelia, be honest with me, I know that this private room guy is running this place, please tell me how far up the food chain this guy is!"

"Buttercup, is it really important that you know that"

Sabrina hopes her face conveys to Amelia that she is not amused by her sidestepping. "Amelia please, I know he's important, I mean you've seen him and all up close and personal too."

Sabrina watches as Amelia tilts her head, she hasn't ever been snappy to the man-slash girl but her own patience is waning, "Girl. I can literally see you thinking, please just be honest with me."

Sabrina takes a deep breath as Amelia’s deep eyes finally lock on to her own, she has a pretty good idea just how high up the food chain that guy is.

Sabrina closes her eyes as she once again gets flashes of platinum hair "Amelia that man is the one that calls all the shots isn't he?" She feels an odd sense of relief at the subtle nod of Amelia's head at that information as she leans back against the cool concrete behind her. Trying not to freak out over this discovery, the shrill sound of Amelia's phone cuts through the silence!

Sabrina watches as Amelia answers before the second ring even has a chance to be heard, "I saw your message." Sabrina doesn't get the chance to question why there was no other voice on the other side of the call, just the tell-tale click of the line disconnecting. Before she can ask Amelia to pull on her arm "come on buttercup." Minutes later they stood in the locker room for all the staff, dancers, and bar staff alike. It where everyone is supposed to drop their phones, it's an area not often used as no one seems to keep them in the locker room. Sabrina's eyes bug out of her skull when Amelia removes the double padlock from her own locker, as she spies the bottle of rare Scottish Whiskey, the type you normally only find at auction!

"Is that what I think it is Tommy had lost his mind when he couldn't find that in his office, how did you get it!" Sabrina can only watch as Amelia smiles smugly, taps her nose "all will be revealed in time buttercup, now take these two crystal glasses and bunny hop back to room 04, now I trust your  training will remind you how to serve this?" Sabrina nods before reciting "one cube of ice and a dash of water,"

 "Almost perfect buttercup, in the tub beside the ice chest are preserved twills Lemon adds just one to the glass the dash of water. The water must be from the Fiji water, not our standard combined water, it must be chilled to exactly 3 degrees! The ice cubes are frozen from Evian water and in the crystal canister on the side table. The Fiji water that's in the fridge which is hidden behind the drapes!" Sabrina makes a mental note of lemon twill, one ice cube, and Fiji water.

Before she knows what's happened Amelia has vanished from sight and her feet have taken her back in front of room 04! She takes a deep breath to calm whatever is coursing three her veins, it doesn't help In any way! Knocking once she hears an "enter" once the door is open she has to take a gulp to hide the gasp at what she sees! That guy, that tall male is sat back against the oxblood sofa, it's a crime how he manages to look so indecent and erotic yet remains fully dressed! Sabrina lets out what she hopes is a soft whine, as she very much feels like she's just stepped back into the lion's den, a very hungry lion based on the hunger in those bronze eyes.