"Bella, when you are finished cleaning the tables, the boss wants to see you," Brad tells me as he walks back to the bar to finish up the last few drink orders and start cleaning himself.

"Ok, thanks, Brad," trying to stay calm, but that shot my nerves straight out the window.

After a short time, I am finished cleaning up and head back to the office. I knock on the door softly while taking in a deep breath.

"Come in," his voice floats through the door in a very sexy tone. I open the door and slowly walk in.

"Close the door, Bella," as he looks up from his papers when I walk in.

I do and sit down in the chair that is across from him. Wringing my hands slowly, I patiently wait to see what he will say. I am scared of what might happen here after what happened to me on the floor. Will he fire me because I can't defend myself against a simple drunk guy?

"Don't be nervous, baby. I want to talk to you to ensure you are fine after what happened. I know tonight was scary for you, so I was checking up on everything" he must see the fear in my eyes about what he might say.

"I will be fine. I just needed to work to get my mind off it," relaxing into the chair a little "I may have a nightmare tonight, but my friends should be able to help me through it. What happened to that guy? Did you beat him up, or did he get thrown out?"

"I beat him a little. I punched him in the face and stomach a few times. He is also blacklisted from here, so he can not get back in this club ever" his smile is kind as he looks at me, worried a little.

"Well, thank you again. I was scared out of my mind," smiling back slowly.

He leans back in his chair, then crosses his arms over his chest. "It was my pleasure. No one hurts my employees; they are not even allowed to touch them if they do not want to be."

Reaching into a drawer, he grabs an envelope and slides it across the desk towards me. It is full of money, and I look at it with confusion.

"What is this?" my hands are trembling slightly in my lap.

"You tips for the night. The guys in this room give their tips for the servers to Brad. They also tip him for his bartending duties. John handles the other girl's tips until they are finished."

I lean forward and touch the massive envelope of money. "This is too much. I can not accept all of this."

"This is your cut for the night. It is what the guys gave for your services. It is split between you and the other girl unless the guy specifically says that this tip belongs to you. Many men liked how you handled their drink orders and told Brad that the tip was just for you," tapping the envelope.

"Holy Hell! There is a ton of money in there. I did not expect that much" now I am shaking as the excitement of how much money is lying in front of me finally sinks into my brain.

"That is just from tonight also. Think about what you will have after four days of working here" his eyes are dancing while he looks at me.

Slowly raising my eyes to him, "So even though I messed up big, you're keeping me?"

"You did not mess up; you just learned a precious lesson. Next time, take someone with you when you go anywhere off the floor. My guys will escort you to ensure you are not attacked next time."

"Everyone was busy," whispering to him, "I had been holding it until it slowed down enough for me to take off for a minute."

"If everyone is busy, come find me. I am normally in here when there is a huge party" he puts his arms crossing them on the desk, looking over it at me.

"I am sorry, I will do better next time," feeling wrong about what I did not do.

"Quit apologizing; you are fine. The safety of my employees is more important than a piece of paper that can wait five minutes or so."

Just then, John walks in the door without knocking. "I got Jewel home fine. Oh, hey, Bella. You are still here?"

Horror floods over my face. "You took Jewel home? Oh God, you know where we live?"

"Look, I do not judge. Everyone has a story for what or why. I do not ask" he shrugs his shoulders.

I drop my head and start to cry. Cameron comes around the desk and gathers me in his arms, trying to comfort me as I break down from shame.

"Hey, hey. Stop, it does not matter where you come from, ok" he rubs my back slowly. "It is what's inside you that matters. This will also help, right?" he holds up the envelope and smiles at me with a very sexy smile. I smile back and shake my head.

"Yes, it will help. Thank you again," taking the envelope and starting to walk out of the office so I could head home.

"Where are you going?" he stands there looking at me with a concerned expression.

"Going home, I am tired and want to take a shower to help relieve some stress off me," stopping before I get to the door.

"How are you getting home exactly at two in the morning?" he is leaning on his desk now with one leg crossed over the other.

"The train. It should be quick to get there now. No riders at this time of night," hoping I can make it before the last run of the night.

"Do you live near the train station?" Cameron has now pushed himself off the desk and is standing before me.

"About half a mile. We always walk around there," wanting to get out before he offers to take me to my dump of a house.

"Not a good idea, boss," John pipes up. "It is a bad neighborhood. I would not want to be walking around there, especially this time of night," shaking his head.

"She will come home with us for the night. Then I will take her home tomorrow evening" Cameron takes me by the elbow.

"Wait, no. I can not do that. That would be imposing, I have got to get home," trying to move away a little, but his hand will not release my arm.

"Call who you need to and let them know you're not coming home tonight," the looks he gives me tells my mind he is dead serious.

"I do not have a phone," whispering in shame.

"Here, take mine and make the call. We will get you one tomorrow," handing me a costly phone.

I call Ashton and tell him what I need to hang up then. Handing the phone back, his hand lingers just a little long on mine, and I feel like a zip of current runs through my arm. I quickly pull back and drop my hand.

"Come on then. Let's go so you can get a shower and some food. Then you can have a good night's sleep until we have to come back again tomorrow evening." He retakes my elbow while guiding me out the door. He locks it, and then we approach a very sporty red car to which he opens the door, and I get in.

"This is a very nice car you have here," running my fingers over the plush interior.

"It is one of them. Ready to go, I am also tired; it has been a very long day for me here" he closes my door, walking around the car.

I nod as he gets to the driver's side. Starting the car, I can see how tired he looks. His eyes have dimmed, and the lines on his face make him look exhausted. He drives for about twenty minutes, and we round a road hill. Pulling into a very nice driveway, he punches in a code then the gates open. When we pull up, my jaw drops at the massive house we have arrived at. The place looks like a three-story house and seems to go on forever. Bright white paint shines through the night as we pull into the garage after he hits the button on the sun visor that opens the massive door. When we are parked in the garage, where there are cars everywhere, he opens my door and offers me his hand. "Come on; I will give you a swift tour of the place."

Walking through the side entrance, we are greeted with charming, polished white floors with black trim. There is a single winding staircase that we go up to get to the next floor as he walks me out onto a patio, and I look in awe at the landscape behind the house. It is a massive house with a massive in-ground pool, two small grass areas that look like putting greens, and stunning landscaping everywhere. Even in the dark, this place looks like something out of a magazine. He takes me back in and shows me where his brother's bedroom and mine are. I gasp as the doors are opened, and the enormous room is displayed in front of me.

"Wow! This place is amazing. I have never been to a place this big. Our house could fit in this bedroom alone" my mouth is hanging open as I take in the enormous bedroom I could imagine. A white four-poster bed sits on the wall; the room is painted in a bright white with teal green molding. The floors are done in hardwood, with a matching rug stretching around most of the room. The bed is made with a white comforter with green swirls running from the top to its bottom.

"I am glad that I can impress you. So, do you like your room? It is the best guest room in the house" he has a smile on his face as he looks down at me.

"This is beautiful. I can not get over this bathroom; it is huge. Is that like a spa shower or something?" pointing at a fully enclosed shower with jets in the white tile.

"It does have spa jets in the wall. I will let you enjoy yourself while I get you some clothes to sleep in. They may not fit, but at least you will have something clean and comfortable for the night" he heads to the door and lets himself out.

I walk back into the bedroom and look again at the massive space there. A huge king-size bed is tucked under an area that looks like a sitting area to read books overhead. It has a staircase that winds up to it, and the furniture is white and looks expensive but comfortable. I sigh and walk back into the bathroom to see a robe hanging there. I get undressed and step into the massive shower fiddling with the nobs trying to figure out how to work everything. Finally, after a few minutes of getting sprayed, beaten, and drowned, I figured out how to work the jets properly. I can not tell you how long it has been since I have had a hot shower. Most of the time, it was warm or chilly, with all of us having to bathe at some time during the day. My body is hurting from the hard night, and I stand there relaxing in this enormous oversized shower for at least five people to be in, if not more. Losing track of time, I slowly wash my body off with the products on the shelf after getting married, my long hair washed, and finally get out to dry off. I put the robe on while walking back into the bedroom, feeling like a new person. There is a set of comfy pajamas lying on my bed. I walk up and lay my hands on the fuzzy material.

"God, I have not felt anything like this before. It is so soft," speaking quietly to myself.

I hear a knock on the door and quickly slide the set on. They're a little big, but I can not complain about pulling the pants tight with the adjustable waist ties. "Yes, it is open."

"Just checking up on you before I go to bed. Did you enjoy the shower?" he has a set of shorts and no shirt. His hair glistens where it is wet from his recent shower. My eyes slowly trail his torso; he is fit with a set of abs on him, his arms are incredibly muscular, and even his legs are toned and firm.

"Yes, it was wonderful. I can not believe this house. It is gorgeous here, and I love the landscape outside" hoping to see more when the sun comes up and, of course, after I get some good sleep.

He walks up to the bed and sits down beside me. "Thank you; I had it built about five years ago. I added special rooms for the guests that come by from time to time. I will show you the rest of the house when you get up. Now, go to sleep, you had a long evening, and I know you are tired. Tell me when you wake up so I can get you something to eat."

"I will. I remember where your bedroom is, and I will knock on the door later. Thank you so much again for all of this," trying to remember my manners with him. His scent hits me; smells divine, like old spice and leather mixed.
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e stands up and nods his head as he heads to the door, looking about as tired as my sore body feels right now. After he closes it, I crawl into the very soft and huge bed. Cuddling up into the warm covers, I pass out immediately for the night.

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