"Miss VanBurren, welcome back," Dominico greeted me by the front door in a clean tailored suit and his iPad in hand. I gave him a discreet once over and tried my best to hide my pure joy. He was recovering nicely! "How are you?"
"Tired." A grimace worked its way onto my face while I passed through the club and toward my office upstairs. "How are things here?"
"We have a member of parliament as a member now." Dominico's eyes glimmered with victory. "He's got a crush on one of our girls, it seems." He nodded toward a stunning redhead at the bar, chatting happily with the bartender while waiting for the drinks to fill the tray in her hands. Since it was a Sunday, we were open twenty-four hours until three on Monday morning.
I faintly remembered her from the slave auction. She looked fuller now with a healthy weight and heaving breasts that made my eyes wander a little too long as if I were no better than the men we catered to. She was recovering well.
