I climb back in the truck and drive around the block, parking in front of the club. 'Club Titan' is now written in large letters hanging above the door. This is what I've sacrificed myself for all these months. This is what my focus should be on. I need to get this club up and running. Everything else needs to fade into the background until that happens.
As I reach for the door handle, my phone alerts me to a text.
Zane: Have a meeting with a temp agency today. Hoping they will be able to help with the rest of the staff.
Me: What about the new Administrator?
Zane: She'll help too, but we'll need time to bring her up to speed on your vision.
Zane: BTW, she'll be there today at four.
Me: Got it.
I shove my phone into my pocket, grab my laptop bag and head inside. Ridge and his staff are wrapping things up.
"Hey, man." Ridge holds his hand out and I shake it. "We just finished all the items on the punch list. I thought you and I could do another walk-through while the guys finish cleaning up."
"Sounds good." I follow him through the club and nod as he points out items on the list that have been fixed.
"That wraps it up," he says, handing me a copy of the list with all the items checked off.
"Thanks," I say. "Looks like you get an early day."
"Yeah." He grins. "I plan to use it wisely. My wife and kids are home today."
"All good, Ridge," one of the guys says. I think his name is Tyler.
"Great. We're going to head out. Call me if something comes up."
"Will do," I say, handing him the check from my wallet. "You and the guys should come to the opening. Bring your wife for a night out."
"You know we might do that. She would love it. I love my kids, but sometimes I just want her to myself." He grins.
I walk him to the door and say goodbye to the rest of his team. Turning, I look around me and take in my vision. When I inherited the money, I wanted something that would continue to make me money. Once the club idea got in my head, it just wouldn't leave. After weeks of thinking of not much else, I started putting my plans to paper, looking for a location. Now here I am, just under two months from opening night. It's surreal to see it all come together.
Grabbing my iPad, I begin walking through and making notes in regards to furniture we're going to need. Beckett Construction built a custom bar, but we need bar stools, as well as tables, chairs, and booths for the upstairs VIP. There are also three offices and a conference room that looks down over the entire club. It has a mirrored effect; people can't see in, but I'll be able to see out. So will Zane and our new administrator. All three offices are now spoken for. I quickly get lost in taking it all in and planning.
"Hello," I hear a female voice call. I'm in the back storage room measuring for shelves.
Looking at the time, I see that it's four o'clock, which tells me that this must be our new administrator. "Sorry, I lost track of time. Zane should be. . . ." My voice trails off when I come face-to-face with Berklee. "Hey," I say hesitantly.
"Uh, hi. I'm, um, looking for Zane."
No fucking way is he dating her. "He's supposed to be here any minute. Can I help you with something?" Like telling Zane to fuck off?
"I don't know exactly. I'm supposed to start working here today." She gives a shy smile. "This is the job I was telling you about. I'm the new administrator for Club Titan."
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
My words are stuck as I process what she just said.
Berklee, the girl I stroked my cock to not even twenty-four hours ago, is my new administrator.
"HEY, YOU MADE it," Zane says, rushing into the club. "Sorry, I was hoping to beat you here." He stops in front of me and pulls me into a hug.
"What the fuck?" Mr. Super Sexy Beard says. I'm still trying to figure out what he's doing here. Surely, he's not. . . .
"Crew, I see you've met, Berklee. Berklee, this is Crew Ledger, owner of Club Titan."
Shit. Shit. Shit. Mr. Super Sexy Beard is my new boss. I mentally replay all of our interactions, making sure I didn't make a fool of myself. The flirting, that first day when I checked him out. . . . Oh no. This isn't good. I'm going to be fired before I even get to start.
His name fits him. It's sexy like him.
Oh no. I fight the blush that I know is rising to my cheeks. I used my boss to fuel my fantasy. This is not good. So not good at all.
"Yes," Crew says, bringing my attention back to them. "Would you care to tell me why you're hugging our new employee? That has sexual harassment written all over it." He's looking at Zane like he wants to rip his head off.