"Every girl at the club is going to be jealous of you. Your job will be to make me rich and keep all the girls in check. You answer to me and Dean, my second-in-charge, only. You perform when I tell you to. You need to have three sets minimum ready every week.
"You sleep in my bed and you have to smell of me at all times. You use my shampoo, my shower gel, my soap, and the female version of my fragrance. That's not optional."
Tony looked at her face. "I like the look, don't ever leave here without makeup on. No one should even suspect you're underage. You wear what I tell you to when I tell you to."
He studied her dress. She felt like he could see her underwear and she felt very uncomfortable. "What you have on is fine for when you're not with me or are not going to be close to me. Anyone touches you, they die. It's up to you to convince them to keep their paws, tongues, or any other body parts off of you."
He sighed. "Tonight, you are going to be my hostess. Remember your manners but put anyone who crosses the line in their place."
A knock sounded at the door. "That will be your late lunch. No skipping meals, no dieting. If you need to work out, use the gym and internet." He walked to the door and took the trolley from the servant.
Tony rolled it to the dining space and motioned for her to sit. She sat. He smiled. "We'll get along great." An unruly, dark curl fell onto his forehead. Annoyed he brushed it back.
"I'm going to shower then eat with you. I suggest you get familiar with being around me in the nude. Don't look away and if I touch you don't flinch, ever. I'll be back soon."
He kissed her forehead and left her to eat. Gabriella blinked. The thought of looking at him naked nauseated her. She understood her role and she was not going to mess it up.
She tucked into the lasagna and it made her nostalgic. It was just the way her papa made it. Her eyes welled up.
She took a deep breath and kept eating. She finished all the food on her plate and touched up her make-up. Tony came out in a towel and dropped it.
She looked at him memorizing his anatomy as if she would dissect it later. Her lips curled down in distaste but she kept her mouth shut. She stood with her hands behind her back, waiting.
He got dressed in front of her and nodded. His suit was tailored like the one before only now instead of the leather jacket he had a suit jacket. He oozed money and power.
Gaby found herself looking at him with a hint of pride. He cleaned up pretty well. Now she just needed to find him a girlfriend.
Coincidentally, at about the same time, Jerome had been becoming more dejected because they had not really gotten permission to enter the club, just observe it. He saw her through surveillance every day and she glowed. Jerome hated how she was warming up to Tony who always kissed her forehead and put his arm around her waist and the small of her back.
When the orders to go beyond video surveillance came through Jerome was the first to be ready. Pieter was nervous and kept mentally reminding Jerome that this mission was delicate and that the only way to close the ring down was to make sure they had all the evidence of each part of the chain.
Jerome stretched. His 6' 8" frame filled the space. His skin was taut across his entire body. The sun filtering into the room gave his brown skin a golden hue.
As his hand laid on his stomach he found himself wondering if Gaby would like his body. He stood and walked to the closet. As he opened the door he inspected his chest and abdominals clinically in the mirror.
His muscles were proportional to his height. He'd always made sure to maintain flexibility of motion as he built muscle mass. He had a happy trail that went from his navel down into his boxers that was accompanied by a "v" that followed a similar path.
His back was equally well-sculpted and he recalled Gaby once commenting on the perfection of his deltoids. He half-smiled. Her admiration had been clinical but it had been satisfying.
His legs were okay, he looked at the thick, muscular thighs that peaked out from his boxer briefs and tapered into proportional calves and feet. He was very muscular, he frowned, was she even into muscular guys? He recalled her admiration of Ryan who she called Runty and he was scrawny.
As an Alpha, there was no way that he could ever be that small. A groan of frustration left him. At least she loved his mind. That's what Ryan told him.
According to Ryan she had studied most of his research papers and thought they were good. Ryan had said that Gaby was a sucker for sexy brains and any guy who was smart piqued her interests. That had low-key pissed Jerome off because she knew a lot of smart guys. The thought of having to gently not break their bones was frustrating especially since he would have to fight against words and not bodies.
He saw Pieter come into the room and observed him as he stood in front of the mirror. He looked at his friend's blonde hair and rugged good looks and wondered what Gaby's preference was. He felt seriously out of his depth and slammed the closet door.
"You okay boss?" Pieter asked walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His muscles rippled as he walked and his tattoos danced across his shoulder and back.
Jerome lay on top of his made bed. He shook his head. "No. I'm not sure if I can handle seeing Gaby right now. She's clearly into Latino guys right now and we all know I don't have curly jet black hair she can run her fingers through."
Pieter's eyes widened. A grin threatened to break on his face and he fought it. Tony was very good-looking. The girls at the strip club said it, the girls on their team were so disappointed that he was a bad boy but most admitted given a chance they would make moves on him.
Jerome's eyes were closed as he fought an internal battle with himself. Pieter took the time to get dressed and dried his hair a bit more. They'd grown up together as brothers so nudity wasn't uncomfortable.
Pieter was two years older. It had been a bee in his bonnet through school because he wasn't as smart as his Alpha who was a kid genius. Jerome had never made him feel small for it, no matter how angry they got with each other even when Pieter brought it up.
Pieter was very good at organizing people and things. He could make things happen and his ability to predict what was needed was almost supernatural. In fact, Jerome was quite sure that Pieter's abilities were premonitions.
As Pieter pulled on his dark wash jeans and zipped them up he felt Jerome's eyes on him. It was a different look. Pieter felt uncomfortable.
"What?" He checked if he had shaving cream still on his face.
"You're very handsome," Jerome stated displeased.
Pieter felt his face heat up. "Thank you, but I prefer women." He quickly put on a t-shirt to cover his bare chest.
Jerome noted how his Beta was as muscular and less bulky and deliberated if Gaby preferred that. He sighed. He didn't understand where his doubts were coming from.
'Do you think Gaby will be able to look at me as a man?' Jerome asked him mentally.
Pieter grinned and nodded. He'd been sending Gaby pictures of them after workouts and he knew she was impressed with Jerome's body. He didn't tell Jerome but once Gaby had let it slip that she'd die happy if she could touch Jerome's muscles.
'She's a femme. Your femme. She's going to desire only your touch. She's also a teenage girl. Let's not forget how she's suddenly started sending you very cute selfies through me.'
Jerome's nostrils flared. Her selfies were very cute. His favorite was one of her in his high school t-shirt in his room. She was on her knees on his bed and he could see from her knees up to the mid-thigh.
Her hair was flipped to one side exposing his mark. He'd applied for extended leave after seeing that picture. He had wanted to be home so bad.
"Okay, fine," Jerome grumbled. 'I'm going to need your help with courting. I don't know what to do.'
'You know. You're just scared you'll be wrong for the first time in your life. You know her. She's your other best friend, right?' Pieter asked.
Jerome nodded as he stood up to get dressed. He picked a pair of black trousers and a light blue shirt. As he put them on he made sure they looked professional.
"You look like you're coming straight from the office," Pieter commented.
"Good." Jerome fixed his cufflinks and brushed his goatee and hair. He had deliberately sprayed on a fragrance that he'd heard Gaby tell Ryan she liked. If he was going to see her perform he wanted all of her attention on him.
They'd had dinner and showered. It was time to get to the club. After meeting up with the rest of the team and going over their orders they split up and headed out to the club.
Jerome felt her before he saw her as he walked in. She was in the VIP section with Tony sitting on his lap and playing with his hair. There was something cute about it that annoyed the hell out of him. He stepped into the VIP section with Pieter and sat down.
He saw her body tense and smiled. She knew he was here. Jerome and Pieter ordered drinks. No one even bothered to check Jerome for ID.