“Wow, you got the place fixed up really nicely,” Zander said. “I thought I enjoyed it before, but you’ve really upgraded the atmosphere.”

Two beautiful women wearing tight, but elegant dresses walked past him and each flashed him a big toothy smile. His gaze dropped from their sexy smiles down to their ample cleavage feeding his fertile imagination and sending tingles to his privates.

“I’m glad you could make it,” Harrison said turning away from the bar where he was sipping a large glass of beer. He actually had a smile on his face and seemed genuinely glad to see Zander.

“Sure, NCIS was a rerun,” Zander quipped.

“Still haven’t lost the old Zander sense of humor, I see. That’s good. It will serve you well when you become an investor in this place.”

“Wait a minute,” Zander said removing Harrison’s hand slowly from his shoulder. He hated it when a jerk like Harrison tried that “friendly but dominate” alpha crap with him. There was only one alpha in any room he was in and he was it. That was something other men learned very quickly, and occasionally it was a painful lesson.

“I haven’t agreed to anything,” Zander reminded him. “I’m just here as a mere spectator, taking in the atmosphere. Possibly I might find a lovely lady to spend some time with, but at the moment business is really the farthest thing from my mind.”

Harrison laughed and smiled undaunted. “Oh, you say that now, but I know you too well Zander. You will change your mind; it is just a matter of time my friend.”

Zander had a strong urge to punch the bastard right in the mouth. He kept it together and smiled through gritted teeth.

“Let me show you around a bit,” Harrison said. He walked to the center of the room explaining the intricacies of the club to Zander, which were painfully obvious but Zander let him go on anyway. He was mostly eying up the gorgeous girls that were starting to fill up the club. Through the entranceway he could see the horde of desperate guys who would never be allowed in. That was the way of the world. If you wanted the finer things in life you had to seriously up your importance to the rest of the world. It wasn’t about money; it was about creating value for other people. Zander’s work made life easier for other people; the money, fame, and women quickly followed. Too many people focused on the wrong thing.

“Ok, here we have DJ Flex Up, mixing the tunes to keep the party people dancing,” Harrison said doing a little dance and his best infomercial voice.

The DJ didn’t appear to be over fifteen but the kid was mixing and flowing beats like there was no tomorrow. He had a bright future if he could speak at all.

“As you can see we have two long bars—one on each side of the club. Yes, there are going to be that many people here each and every night.”

Zander noticed that there were two bartenders on each side. One man and one woman each, and all four of them looked like they were peeled off the covers of romance novels. They would entice whoever to buy as much alcohol as they could; that was the key plan of any establishment.

One of the female bartenders noticed Zander looking at her and smiled at him. She leaned forward and revealed a bit of cleavage under the guise of filling a drink order. She met his eyes, cast her gaze back down, and then back up seductively pursing her lips slightly.

Oh, she was good.

“Wow, that is some good talent there,” Zander said.

“Oh, her talents extend far beyond bartending, trust me,” Harrison said.

Zander laughed good naturedly but he knew that Harrison was telling the truth. There were a lot of women in this city who would sleep their way to the top or even towards a better spot then they were in right then, even if it was nowhere near the top. Suddenly that bartender did not seem so sexy anymore.

Harrison continued the tour and took Zander into the back through a doorway that led to the kitchen. The kitchen was spotless and beautifully organized. The staff was running like a well-oiled machine. The head chef was speaking with a heavy Italian accent barking orders loud enough that it would make the guy from “Hell’s Kitchen” squirm in his pants. The cooks were quickly mixing and putting together dishes with expert precision. It was almost surgical.

And everything was clean and tidy. Zander expected any kitchen to be somewhat messy, especially with a club as busy as they were, but he was pleasantly surprised to see how everything was spotless. That was a sign of a strong business.

At the end of the line were several plates of excellent looking food being picked up by sexy waitresses wearing short, tight skirts and tight, white tank tops that left little to the imagination. Those girls were going to get tipped a lot, he could tell.

He never would have expected a night club to also have a kitchen like a five star restaurant. He had to admit that the idea of investing in this place was really starting to grow on him, despite the company he would be keeping.

“Pretty sweet, eh?” Harrison asked as they left the kitchen almost reading Zander’s thoughts.

“Pretty nice,” Zander said. “Not too bad.”

“The fun continues,” Harrison said as he led Zander up the stairs to the top floor.

They reached the top of the stairs and continued down a hallway to a doorway at the end. Beyond the entrance much to Zander’s surprise was a large room with a very big hot tub in the middle of it. Two beautiful women were snuggled up with a middle aged man. They all waved at them as they came in.

“How are things Garland?” Harrison asked.

The man smiled. “I have no complaints.”

“Great to hear it,” Harrison replied as he exited the room with Zander behind him.

“What was that?” Zander asked.

“Oh, just one of our regulars having a great time. The Jacuzzi room is available for a thousand bucks an hour. If you want to have some guests each of them is a thousand per hour too.”

“Running a house of prostitution are we?”

Harrison laughed as he led the way back downstairs.

“Not hardly. What goes on behind that door is none of my concern. They are not paying for that.”

“You are the master of loopholes,” Zander said stepping off the last step. The club was already filling up quite a bit, and now some wealthy looking guys were starting to join the girls standing around getting drunk.

“That I am,” Harrison said.

Just then some lights went on in the far corner of the club revealing a large stage that had been hidden under darkness before.

“Now things are about to get interesting,” Harrison said. “I’ve got to go speak with a few of my other business associates who just walked in. The auction is getting ready to start, so make yourself comfortable and have some drinks. I’ll be right back.”

Zander watched Harrison half jog across the room to greet a group of guys who were squeezing themselves into a large circular booth in the corner. The guys were definitely having a fun night out on the town.

He ordered a Long Island Iced Tea from the sexy female bartender, the same one who had given him the gushy looks earlier. She leaned over once again, this time way farther to give him an ample look down at her massive, natural cleavage. Oh, it was so tempting, but he had other things to look into tonight. Although, if he did not find anything among the girls onstage that really grabbed his attention this girl might be worth the time.

Zander grabbed the drink and took a sip. She’d made it very strong. How sweet, she was trying to get him drunk and earn brownie points at the same time. As if the drink could do more to help her case then her outstanding cleavage show could.

As he started to leave the bar something caught his eye. At the end of the bar in a striking red dress that clung beautifully to every sexy curve was an amazing looking creature. She was a woman, but the term woman was almost an insult to describe the Angel he saw before him. She was beyond human beauty. It was as if something out of a dream had just walked into his field of vision completely distorting his reality and all conscious thought, striking it from his mind altogether.

He suddenly heard every cheesy love song, saw the ending of every insipid romantic movie playing over and over in his head and he longed to be a part of them.

Before he even had a grip on what he was seeing he was standing in front of her. She was even more beautiful up close. There was something so pure, so innocent, but oh so capable about her. The sparkling eyes, those full and pouty lips. Oh, he was feeling that he might indeed be in trouble.

It was then that he noticed several other amazing women gathered close by off the end of the bar area. It appeared to be a lounge area he had barely seen from the other side of the club. There were couches and a few small coffee tables. The women were all drinking and having fun hanging with each other. Were they part of the auction? That would explain it.

Something odd was happening to him; he was having trouble really thinking straight in the presence of this woman. He’d never had that kind of problem before.

“Hey, there,” Zander said.

The woman looked up at him. She did not say a word but her eyes began to scan over him as if he were auditioning for something and she was judging everything about him. His mind wanted him to feel self-conscious but he just smiled at her.

As her eyes landed back on his she finally smiled at him.

“Hi, there.”