The Secret Guardian

Chapter Two

CASSY is counting out her tips in the dressing room when Nancy comes in with a big smile on her face.

She looked at Nancy, standing in front of her, and gave her a thumbs up.

"Nice show, Cassy. I have never seen an excellent naive performance like that before."

She shrugs and then says, " I was just inspired to do it because I need money."

"Well, I have seen that in you, so I believe that you'll be more inspired if I'll say that you are not yet done with your job." Nancy sat beside her on the extended bench.

"What do you mean?" She gave Nancy a curious face and then stopped counting her tips.

She thought that the customers still demand her to return to the stage and perform, which means that more tips will be added to her earnings.

"No, yoou are not coming back out there to perform."

She's a bit disappointed with what has Nancy said. She remained quiet and waited for Nancy's words.

"You have a private dance, my dear."

"Really?" she exclaimed.

"Yes, you've been hired tonight."

"Really? So what am I going to do?" she sounds excited with her tone, and her eyes are bubbling with joy.

"You'll just enter a private room where the person who hired you is waiting. And then, for thirty minutes, you'll be dancing in front of the customer. But may I remind you about our rules again, Cassy. No touching, no stripping off of clothes and..."

"And no getting closer than three feet," she continued and recited it with pride as if I am an old member of this workplace now.

"Well, that's my girl." Nancy tapped her shoulder and then smiled.

Now, she's ready to go, but she's still holding the money she received as tips for her explosive performance earlier.

"Okay, I'll be holding that fr you. It'll be safe with me rather than putting it inside your things and left alone here."

She's surprised Nancy thought about it as well.

"Well, thanks. I'll just get this later." She gave Nancy the tips she received and then fixed herself.

Nancy turns and then she followed her back pass out of the dressing room.

While Cassy is following Nancy along the hallway, she's praying that the customer should be at least decent or hot and generous if she caught a big fish tonight. She also wished that the guy in the pink shirt would be the one who hired her for a private dance.

"We're here," Nancy said.

"I'll enter now?"

"Yeah. Just remember the rules, Cassy. Break a leg."

"Okay."

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, I am."

'Okay, get inside now, pretty." Nancy opened the door for her.

A single torch lamp dimly lights the room with a red shade in the corner of the room.

The room is a bit warm, but the feeling of being alone in front of someone gives her goosebumps.

She heard music playing in the background, slow instrumental music, and along the back wall is a black leather sofa.

As she stepped close to the place where she is intended to dance, she felt nervous. She can hear her heart making drum-like sounds, but she should be regular by now.

Anyone who performs in front of a customer shall forget fear by now.

There's a guy on the sofa, and when she saw who it is, she almost gave a wow look, and her knees almost became jelly in surprise.

Her wish was granted. The guy in pink hired her. No, the hot middle-aged guy in pink just wanted her to dance privately.

When she reached the platform in front of the sofa, she saw him pulled an almost-smile at his lips with his very blue hot eyes.

"Hi, sexy," he says in a deep voice.

With those looks and a calm aura, another wave of goosebumps run across her body.

His pink buttoned-down shirt is tailored. Four of them are unbuttoned, letting her see his wide and broad chest with tiny hair that seems to be so touchy if she has the opportunity to touch him.

The tail of his shirt is loose over a faded pair of jeans.

"Hello, Sir," she replied.

The hot guy smiled and later gave her a disappointed look when he heard her say 'sir.'

"I mean, I guess I am here to dance for you."

Different from what she gave earlier in front of many guys, she's a bit ashamed now.

"Yeah, you are to dance in front of me, unless there is something else that you wanted to do with me on this sofa for thirty minutes. I guess that would be enough for us to have a round of something," the hot guy said with smiling eyes.

He settles his back on the sofa and then puts his muscled arms on top of it.

She's stunned by what he said. She can't believe that this guy is telling her right now. He sounds horny, which affects her significantly.

She remained silent, so the guy continued.

"Are you going to perform or not? I paid for you to dance, not just to stare at me like that."

With what she heard, she immediately composed herself and got ready to perform.

"Damn, I thought that this would be easier, but dancing in front of this arrogant but sexy guy is harder than what I have expected this to be." She questioned herself while doing her first move --- touching herself while looking at him.

As the music is playing more sensually, she saw his every move and reaction. From his tailored clothes that seemed so lovely to unbutton through her fingers, to the sexy expression on his face, to the way he gave her a killer smile as if he knows what would happen next after thirty minutes.

She turned her back to him to show her dance moves and then started to swing her hips to the slow melody of the instrumental music playing.

She stopped when she heard him laugh a bit.

"Is there something wrong? Or funny? Can you please share?"

She stood straight in front of him, trying to deduce something about his expression earlier.

"Nothing. Just please continue." He replied with and then crossed his arms while looking into her eyes with the thought she can't read.

"By all means, please continue."

"If you think that you can just harass me, I can just scream, and the guards will surely break your bones here," she said with full of confidence and pride.

"Well, I guess I can just harass you if you move a bit closer than three feet." He stood and then put his hands inside his pocket.

She realized she is just a foot away from him. She violated rule number three, but she can't understand her feelings. She doesn't want to move.

She thought that this is an excellent opportunity to look at him closely. She saw him clenched his jaw while seriously looking at her.

His gazes are so damn hot, giving her chills and a different vibe. His lips parted and I saw a few of his white front teeth.

He swallowed a smile and then I saw his adam's apple moved up and down.

"What is your name?" he asked.

I don't know if I have to answer this but my heart says yes.

"I am Cassy. Short for Cassandra."

"Nice name. And how old are you?"

"I am twenty."

"Just making sure that you are not a minor."

I don't know what to say now because his face is really getting closer and closer. I can smell his fresh and warm breath that touches my cheeks.

My heart goes crazy as I began to think of touching him. I have never imagined myself being so affected by a mature guy's presence. He is one hot daddy if that's enough to describe him.

"And your name is?"

"Fabio."

His name is even manly and sexier.

With his face three inches away from mine, I can hardly breathe. For a moment, I closed my eyes and tried to think properly.

This is not included in the things that I should do in a private dance, but here I am allowing him to make me feel weak through his presence.

This is not included in the things that I should do in a private dance, but here I am allowing him to make me feel weak through his presence. This may let me be thrown out of this room and be given a penalty for what I am doing the moment Nancy enters.

I want to open my eyes once more to stop this thing but my body isn't responding.

It's crazy but my body wants to let him do it. I just met him more than an hour ago but here I am, wanting this guy in, I guess, in his 40s to kiss me.

We're just a few inches apart and our warm breath mingles. He then licked his lips and tip my face up.

My heart went wild when he suddenly brushed his lips on mine.

It's so magical.

But three knocks on the door made me pushed him and stop the kissing thing.

"F*ck," he cursed.