"I can do that." He holds out his hand. "Give me the list."
Without hesitation, I hand it over.
"So, what exactly is going to be my official role? I mean, I know you said right-hand man, but I don't know the first thing about running a nightclub," Zane confesses.
"Join the crowd. What are you thinking? What appeals most to you?"
"Security," he says immediately.
"Done. Zane Davis¸ head of security of Club Titan," I say with authority.
He laughs. "Okay, so what about you? You plan on orchestrating all this yourself?"
I pull my hat from my head and run my fingers over my hair. "Nah, man, I'm in over my head. I guess we need someone to keep up with the books, ordering and that type of thing. I really just want to be the owner. If we can find someone who we really feel is trustworthy, I would love nothing more than to pass that shit off."
"What's that? Mr. Always In Control is passing the torch?" Zane chides.
So I might be a little bit of a control freak. I like routine and order. I like to say it keeps life tidy, but my mother says it's 'only child syndrome.' Whatever it may be, it's who I am.
"I want this place to be a success, so yeah, I'm going to need someone to help with payroll, scheduling staff, ordering, those types of things. They can report to me. Besides, that stuff doesn't interest me in the slightest."
"Bartenders and one administrative person of sorts. Got it. I'll call the cleaning crews and get them in here too. You want to meet with them?"
I knew this was going to be a huge undertaking, but damn, there is a hell of a lot more involved than just hiring builders and picking out a name and logo. "Yeah, I guess so." I pull out my phone and look at my calendar. "I'll be here every day next week, so whenever is fine."
"Done. Now I'm headed out for the day."
Looking at my phone, I see that it's a little past four. "Where you going in such a rush? You got a hot date or something?" I know better, but I ask anyway. No way could he have not mentioned it before now.
"Nah, Barry's first game is tonight as assistant coach. I'm going to watch. You want to go?"
His cousin, right. I forgot he said he was coach at the high school now. I think about his offer and my mind drifts to the second stack of paperwork I was given this week in regards to the liquor license. "Not tonight. I have a ton of paperwork to get through so I can submit it Monday. I don't want to take the chance of the club not opening on time."
"All right, man. If you change your mind, hit me up." He stands. "See you later, boss man." His laughter carries him out the door.
Reaching for my laptop bag, I pull out the stack of papers. I'm going to need some caffeine for this. Grabbing my keys, I head a few doors down to the coffee shop for my afternoon dose.
It's a warm sunny day in September, the rain from earlier in the week long forgotten. Inside the coffee shop there is no line. Perfect. I'll get my tall black and head back to the club. I have a feeling that packet is going to take me a while to get through.
Walking up to the counter, my eyes immediately spot what appears to be a very fine ass high in the air. The owner is bent over grabbing more supplies. I should alert her to my presence, but I don't want to. I'd rather enjoy the show. She shimmies a little and I have to bite down on my lip to keep my laughter from bubbling over. When she finally pops up, she turns toward the counter and drops the box of spoons when she sees me.
"Nice moves," I can't help but say.
Her face pales and she pulls the single earbud out of her ear. I watch as it drops over her shoulder. That explains where the shimmy came from.
"You're back," she says her face turning red.
I think back to Monday and how she was blatantly checking me out. I guess I returned the favor today, but I just didn't get busted. Not that she seemed to mind. "That I am," I say, taking her in. She has long red hair like the color of autumn leaves, soft curls falling down her back. Her apron hides her figure, but when she was bent over I got an eyeful. She's rocking a tight little body.
"What can I get you?"
You. "Coffee, black, biggest cup you have."
"Your usual," she says, grabbing a cup and turning to fill it.
So she remembers my order. Interesting.
I take her in, head to toe. Those tight black pants that make her ass look fucking edible. I can't seem to pull my eyes from her-don't want to, really-which is why it's me who is now busted. Like her, I'm not the least bit embarrassed to have been caught. I give her what I'm told is my panty-melting grin and hold out a twenty. She slides my coffee carefully across the counter and reaches for the money. I make her work for it, not easily letting go. Her fingers brush mine and my cock twitches. The huge packet of paperwork waiting on me has me groaning internally. Once the club is up and running I can think with my cock; right now, it's the head on my shoulders that needs to remain in charge.