6: My Only Weapon

SERENA

"I...uhm... I'm here for..." I've never stammered so much in my life. Gosh, I hate myself right now. How the hell did I not run a background check on this club before clicking on that application link? I would have prepared myself for the worst.

"I'm listening." Mr Hot and Dangerous spoke, his voice having an underlying roughness.

I fucking knew he loved how shaky I was. It thoroughly satisfied him.

Hell, I only poured coffee on him, not steal his wallet or slap him on the face. Why couldn't I compose myself in front of him?

'Cause, Girl, you fucking threatened the president of an outlaw biker club who happened to be the kind of man you want in your bed.' My subconscious mind answered the rhetoric question I asked myself.

'That's not true.' I bit back even though she was right.

'Lies, Serena.' I could hear my subconscious laughing at me. 'Why were you eye fucking him that day...and ever since you met him, you haven't been able to stop thinking about him...most especially when you satisfy yourself with your lifeless cock. You've wished he was the one driving in and out of your pussy with his...'

'I've had enough!' I cut her off. Shit, I just couldn't believe I was arguing with myself about my sex life involving this man...who was yet to be...sorry, who was never going to be a part of it.

I was still yet to give him a response.

"Don't be scared, pretty cheeks. We don't bite...unless you want me to." The one who had the patch tagged 'Secretary' said with a flirty smile.

"I'm... I'm not scared." I tried to sound confident, my eyes on the secretary. He was the smallest of the trio...not that he was lean or short, he was of the same build and height as the other two but not exactly. When it comes to some kind of comparison, he should be first, followed by the vice president, then the president.

"You're joining the club bunnies, yeah? Please, if you are, come to me first. You're booked for the rest of the week. My room is down the hallway... Room 7G." Mr secretary continued, grinning like a three year old who has gotten his candy.

The one on his right with the patch, 'Vice President' laughed, shaking his head. Then, he said, "Money, calm your balls down."

With the way the secretary spoke, he must have thought I had come here to join the whores of the club. Club bunnies should mean club whores if I wasn't mistaken.

Was this how they view women...as mere pussies meant to satisfy their hungry cocks... As objects of sexual pleasure?

Nah, I actually do feel pity for the women around here. Pretty sure, they rarely have any say.

I was slowly getting pissed but I would not try to be a bitch. I have my mouth...my only weapon. I couldn't even fight with the weakest member of the club. It was best I take everything in, make my money and leave once the contract is over.

A very, very brief glance at my new boss and his eyes were still on me, with the same mean expression on his face. A young woman who was barely dressed just as the one who had opened the windows earlier, brought coffee to him.

"I got selected as one of the club's designers." I finally said.

"Owww...fuck." The secretary who the vice president referred to as Money, cursed silently. "The offer is still open though." He said, his eyes full of hope.

"You'll have to close it, 'cause I don't sleep with strangers." My mouth suddenly got back its sharpness. I would have added an insult but that would be very risky 'cause it would cost me the job I haven't even started.

"Let me see your acceptance email." The president said...more like he ordered. He seemed not to be interested with whatever was going on between his secretary and I.

"Yeah, I was about to say that." The vice president added as I dug my hand into my purse for my phone. "I just hope you're not a cop or some spy from Rex."

I had no idea of what he was saying so I chose to ignore him. I clicked on the first email in my inbox and pushed my phone to the president's face.

I was expecting this man to look at my phone screen, but he didn't. With his cold eyes on me, he took my phone from my hands, his fingers brushing mine lightly. Just that brief touch made my whole body tingle.

'No, no, I shouldn't be feeling this way.' I told myself. It was all shades wrong, please.

"You don't want to know what I'll do to you if I find out you're a mole." I mean, with the way he said it, I should be shaking with fear...but can someone tell me why he sounded so dangerously...sexy and why it made my panties wet.

"Run back to Rex while you can." The vice president added.

Who was Rex? Never heard that name before.

"Damn, you both are making her uncomfortable." Money bit out.

"They're not." My eyes were on the president now. "I'm not afraid of you or anyone here." My eyes moved to his vice, "I don't know who the fuck Rex is." Wherever this sudden surge of boldness came from, I had no idea but I've had enough.

I had my phone with me already...this time, I opened my palm for him. I would try my best to avoid coming in contact from now on.

"You seem to be feisty, yeah? But don't ever speak to the president in such manner." This half baked warning came from the vice president.

I was about responding when the president spoke.

"Take her to Chanel."

"Sure, President." The young man beside me said who I just remembered was the one who brought me inside.

I pulled off my jacket the minute we left that spot. This was only the beginning. I would not let any man here make me feel intimidated.

If you come at me with spikes, I'd definitely hit back with blades...even though you're the fucking president.