Dangerous Desire: The CEO's Hidden Woman

Mystic Night Garden is the biggest entertainment venue in all of Irving City. When night falls, the glaring lights come alive, and you can practically smell sensuality in the air spreading through the bar and onto the dance floor. All the patrons, typically older white men, usually have a woman’s waist grabbed in one palm and whiskey glass on the other hand.

That’s just how it goes. It can seem as if all the pains and troubles of the world simply have nothing to do with them. As you would expect, some patrons come to the swanky club with the desire to sow their wild oats. Others come to squander their fortunes on libations. For the majority, Mystic Night Garden offers them pure reverie– a sigh of relief, a break from everyday life, a tonic that makes succumbing to reality less painful once they get out.

“Hey, you!” The manager waved at Scarlett at the end of the corridor. Holding a tray, Scarlett looked back and answered, “Yes, ma’am.”

Scarlett wore the same uniform that every waitress at Mystic Night Garden wore– a short skirt and a halter-neck top, which perfectly revealed her slender and sexy figure. Her temperament, though, was less attractive. She seemed cold and somehow impenetrable.

Her chin did not form a delicately curved V-shape. Instead, her face appeared somewhat oval. Her big, almond-shaped eyes were dark green like the still water of the lake on fall days and complimented her dark brown eyebrows. Her rosy red lips and pearl white teeth brought out her natural beauty even more. Her dimples, though, appearing in rare moments when she broke into a smile, made her a true sight for sore eyes.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” She said and ran to the manager in small steps. The manager frowned at her, “I’ve told you so many times. Don’t fool around like that in the hallway!” After having to hear the exact same words pretty much every day, Scarlett had gotten used to it and responded to the manager with a bright smile, “Sorry, ma’am! I promise there won’t be the next time.”

The manager was frustrated– she had pointed out Scarlett’s bad behavior on innumerable occasions. But Scarlett remained ignorant and reckless as if nothing had even happened. If it were not for having known her for so long, the manager would assume that she was deliberately acting the fool and misbehaving just to piss her off.

“What’s going on in Mr. Ford’s booth? Are the girls doing their best to keep the bosses entertained?” This was more important than Scarlett’s stupidity. She temporarily forgave Scarlett for her mistake to tend to more pressing matters.

“Well, I just sent in the wine and went out right away, but it seemed like everything was going well! Things were getting steamy in there.” Scarlett said, snickering slightly.

“Good.” The manager smiled with satisfaction. Suddenly, she had an idea. She smoothed her long hair down and said, "Go