Harpers POV

My body had frozen the moment my eyes locked onto his piercing blue ones. He looked angry, furious even. Shit, I hope it isn't about the £600 he and the other men left for me last night, I inwardly cringed at the thought of it being a practical joke I'd already given most of it to my nan to put towards the bills so I couldn't exactly take it back. 

After a few intense moments of staring at each other he beckoned me over to where he was casually lent up against the bar, he may have looked calm and collected, but his eyes told me a different story. They were dark and full of raw anger, whether that was due to me, I was yet to find out. 

My heart was pounding in my chest, and I took a deep breath before composing myself the best I could and made my way over to where Angelo was standing. I was shocked that I was even able to put one foot in front of the other as my whole body felt like jelly. We continued what I deemed as the world's most intense staring contest until I reached his side.

"Harper" Angelo murmured as he continued to look at me with a hooded gaze.

"M-Mr Deluca, how can I help you" I stammer, my nerves getting the better of me.

"I'd like a drink, top shelf whisky to be precise, just the one bottle should be fine. Bring it over along with two glasses and some ice while I go and get us a booth. We have much to discuss" with one last glance Angelo turned his back on me and walked towards the direction of the empty booths on the other side of the room.

Walking over to where the expensive liquor was kept; I grabbed a bottle of Dalmore whisky, along with two glasses and a small tub of ice. Making my way over to the booth that Angelo had found, placing everything on the table, I looked up at him and waited for him to begin. Which I presumed would be in the next few moments, he didn't strike me as the type of man to keep quiet for very long when something was bothering him.

"So, Harper" Angelo begins while pouring some whisky for himself and then me.

"Tell me about yourself" his voice is vastly different from the husky tone he had used with me earlier, the look he's giving me indicated that Angelo was serious about what he just said, but I couldn't help giggle at the question. 

I took a sip of my drink before I answered, taking some time to compose myself. "I didn't realise that you called me away from the platform because you wanted to play twenty one questions Mr Deluca" I left out the part where I thought he was going to skin me alive. My sharp reply caused a chuckle to escape from his lips, my god it was one of the most beautiful sounds I'd ever heard.

"What would you like to know, there's not much to tell I live a normal boring life Mr Deluca," I say as I glance up at him through my lashes.

"Please call me Angelo, and I highly doubt that you have a boring life Harper, you work in one of the most exclusive gentlemen's clubs in the country that's hardly boring or normal, now is it?" The boyish smirk he wears across his face as he talks makes my stomach perform a summersault, the cocky bastard knows he's gorgeous, and I wonder how many times Angelo had used that smirk on other girls like me to get what he wants.

"The only reason I'm here Angelo is that I found myself in circumstances that required me to get a job. It isn't ideal, but this job keeps me going" I don't know why I snapped at him, it was probably the underlying fear that he thought I was just some girl looking to wind up in bed with some old high roller and get him to pay for my every want.

His response shocks me slightly causing me to feel guilty for almost biting his head off.

"I understand completely, we all have circumstances that we have to base important life choices on, I admire you for taking charge of whatever situation you found yourself in" for a small second, I swear I heard a hint of pride in Angelo's voice, but I couldn't be too sure. "So, Harper, when you're not here, what do you?" Angelo takes a long sip of his drink while he waits for my answer.

"I balance working here with school; I go to school go home sleep for a few hours and then come here to do my shift". I reply as casually as possible, unsure of why Angelo wanted to know so much about me.

"You're still in school?" Angelo asks with his eyebrow still raised.

"Yeah, I've got four months left along with a few exams to deal with, but then I'm free to roam the big bad world. I still haven't decided what I want to do after it's all over, so I guess I'll have to cross that bridge when the time comes. On the plus side I'll still have my job here until I find something I want to make a career out of , I can't really see myself working here when I'm 40 but Opals fine for now it makes ends meet". 

I looked up from my glass to see Angelo watching me with an emotion in his eyes that I couldn't place but the intensity of it sent a deep shiver down my spine. I took another sip from my glass, feeling a surge of confidence run through my body. I think It's time for me to ask some questions, Angelo's had his fun.

"So, Angelo" I began "Seeing as we are now technically playing 21 questions I think it's only fair for me to ask you some too" the smile I had plastered on my face was sickeningly sweet as I looked up at Angelo. "Ask away" Angelo replied, the boyish smirk returning.

"What do you do when you're not running your business?" I ask, my eyebrow slightly raised. I was genuinely interested in his out of work activities, no you're not you're just interested in him, screw what he does outside of work my subconscious sneers at me. Well, she's right, Angelo intrigued me. He held an air of mystery about him; his eyes told you a lot more about how he felt. I wanted to know what made him tick. The man had gotten entirely under my skin.

"Not a lot actually, running the business takes up a lot of my time so I don't really have time to relax, however when I find some free time I play the piano. It helps me relax and unwind; my father bought me my first piano when I was six, and I've been playing ever since". A ghost of a smile appeared on Angelo's lips when he mentioned his father, that in itself opened up a whole world of questions, ones that I didn't think I was brave enough to ask just yet.

"So, Angelo, it seems it's you that has the normal and boring life" my voice laced with humour.

"I wouldn't call running a multi-billion-pound company normal or boring Harper" Angelo chuckles, that small sound was almost enough to bring me to my knees.

The thing about Angelo Is that he has the ability to captivate anyone in the room, his presence demands the attention of everyone around him. His large stature and god like facial features were enough to bring any girl to her knees. However, there was something about him, and I couldn't put my finger on it; there was more to Angelo Deluca than he let on. Yes, he was extremely good looking and had a body to die for, but I felt that there was a side to him that not many people saw. 

Angelo's eyes held a deep sadness, and I wondered what had happened to this man, the one man that had managed to worm his way into my thoughts with a few simple words and a gaze that put my heart into overdrive.

I wanted to know everything about him, I wanted to know what made him smile and laugh there was also a part of me that wanted to know what had made him so sad, I can tell he puts up a good front, and he may have others fooled but not me, I can see the sadness in those hypnotic blue eyes.

We spent most of the night just talking and enjoying each other's company. I found it refreshing that I could have a casual conversation with the opposite sex in here without them feeling like it's an automatic pass to try and make a move on me.

 My first opinion of Angelo was wrong. The cocky businessman that I saw the night before was now replaced by a man that told me stupid jokes and took an interest in what I did outside of work. 

It was refreshing; the other clients were usually only interested in what type of bra you had on or the colour of your underwear, and whether it would be ending up on their bedroom floor at the end of the night.

Angelo was a man full of surprises and the fact that he even knew what a joke was shocked me he wasn't as uptight as I perceived him to be when I first met him. I felt like we had this strange connection and that you only get to experience a few times in life. It felt special.

Angelo Deluca's POV

Harper was something. It was as if she lived a double life, balancing her school work along with studying for exams and working night shifts here. Harper truly amazed me; not many girls her age would be able to deal with that amount of pressure. It made me want to know why she had to take up this job in the first place, what circumstance would this girl have to find herself in to have to do this for a living, maybe one day I'll ask her. 

Harper is a girl full of mystery, only talking about things she wants people to know. The one thing that intrigued me was that she hadn't mentioned any family or even a friend to me this entire time, not that the topic had come up, but It left me wondering why she hadn't mentioned a parent to me.

Moments later, Jack Wilson appeared by our booth, apparently looking to speak to just Harper as he gave me an odd look when he realised I was sat with her.

"You can go now Harp, I know it's only 12, but it's quite in here tonight you should go home and rest". The way Jack spoke to her made my blood boil he cared for her, and his little pet name for her made my temper flare even more. "Do you want me to call one of the cars around to take you back home? I'd take you myself, but they need me in the main part of the club it's packed tonight".

I don't know why I did it maybe it was due to the fact that Jack was looking at her the way he was, or the thought of Harper being driven home by some other man looking the way she was, her cheeks slightly flushed from the alcohol that she had been drinking along with that alluring black dress. "It's okay Jack" I began keeping my eyes glued to Harper "my drivers on his way, I'll be more than happy to make sure Harper gets home safely".

As soon as the words left my mouth Harpers eyes widened, and her jaw almost hit the table, I tried my best not to chuckle at her current expression.

"Is that okay with you, Harp?" Jack interrupts, looking at me like I had ill intentions. Don't get me wrong I'd take her back to the penthouse and get her to scream my name all night long, but in this case, I just wanted to make sure she got home safely. This girl woke something in me, and I felt like I was beginning to live again, not just existing like I had been these past six months.

"Yeah, Jack it's fine now get back to work and stop worrying okay?" Harper said sweetly, getting up to give the man a quick hug. "I'll be back now Angelo, I've just got to get my stuff from the locker room", and with that, she disappeared into one of the hallways. 

Pulling out my phone, I text Craig telling him I was ready to be picked up and that we had to make a stop along the way. A few minutes later, Harper was back with her phone and purse in her hand. "We're going to have to go through the main club to get out, Jack must have locked the back entrance earlier," she said. What she did next made my head spin, she grabbed my hand and started making her way to the door that lead to the main part of Opal.

The main club was packed, hundreds of sweaty bodies dancing and grinding on one another, my thoughts about Harper at this moment were anything but innocent. It made me wonder what her body would feel like pressed up against mine, our bodies moving in sync to the music. By the time we made it to the door, I was thankful for the fresh air; I had needed to clear my thoughts before I did something that could ruin everything.

"What's your address, I'll need to give it to my driver, so he knows where to take you." I tried to make my voice come out as casual as possible, the thoughts of Harper pressed up against me were still swimming round in my mind, I have no idea how I'm going to cope having her in the back of the limo in such close proximity to me without being able to touch her.

"21 Blossom Hill Avenue" Harper replies, I realised then at that moment that our hands were still connected, her small one enclosed in mine. We stand in comfortable silence for a few more minutes until Craig pulls up and opens the door for us both, only then does Harper let go of my hand, for some reason it leaves me feeling slightly colder. Quickly telling Craig where Harper needs to be dropped off and I climb in the back of the limo and shut the door.

Inside the limo was torture, Harper's leg was pressed up against mine. Her perfume was overwhelmingly sweet. Thoughts of this girl had entirely overrun my mind; I could only pray that I had as much self-control as I thought I did. Thankfully the ride to Harper's house was a short one, and within ten minutes we had pulled up outside. After tonight I don't think I'd be able to leave her like this, no woman had ever made me feel like this everything about her was alluring, she intoxicated me every waking thought.

"When are you working next," I ask, my voice coming out in a low murmur.

"Tuesday, why?" Harper replied her voice full of suspicion as she began climbing out of the limo. "Time?" My reply was short and clipped myself control was starting to slip.

"11 o'clock, are you planning on stalking me Angelo" her reply almost tipped me over the edge and I had to stop a small growl from escaping my lips, her eyes were alight with mischief and humour. "I want to get to know you, Harper, there's something about you, you Intrigue me". I hear a small gasp leave her lips as the door to the limo closes and the car drives off, leaving a stunned Harper stood on the pavement.

A/N

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