Love With My Billionaire Boss

Jealous feeling

It was finally a week later, and Quinn couldn't just wait to start her job. She looked at herself in the mirror for the last time, and she went out. Quinn was wearing a black and red thong, with a black, lacy bra. With the thongs, she wore a short skirt that's way too short to be called a skirt. She looked really sexy, and she knew it. She got into the fastest bus around, and she got to the bar five minutes later. Quinn was feeling really anxious, and she just held her breath as she entered the bar. Before she entered, she had already put on her black mask, so she was at least rest assured that nobody would recognize her. When she entered, she was welcomed with the thick smell of expensive weed, and alcohol. She smiled to herself, and she moved to the centre of the bar without even saying anything. She removed the robe that she wore from her house to the bar and she threw it aside. Immediately she did that, so many gasps escaped from so many people's mouths, and Quinn just knew that that meant, and she was up for it all. Quinn moved to the closest pole around, and she instantly climbed on it. The DJ that was there instantly changed the song to a very slow one, and Quinn smiled to herself, even though she was sure that nobody could see her smiling. She started dancing seductively on the pole like her life depended on it. Well, maybe her life didn't, but her salary did at least. Henry, who had been sitting at the far corner of the bar, continued watching only Quinn with intense eyes. He wanted to take his eyes off the strange dancer in front of him, but he just couldn't. There was something that kept his eyes fixed on her. He started feeling his heart snap, and although her face was masked, he could feel a connection towards her. He watched her with interest as she effortlessly danced to the music playing in the background. He wondered who she could be, and when the bar got someone that's that good at attracting people. Henry looked around, and he saw that most of the people's eyes in the room were also fixed on the

dancer, and he clenched his fist. He wanted to force everyone to close their eyes, so he would be the only one whose eyes were lingering on the dancer's body. Henry didn't know where the sudden jealousy for someone that he didn't even know was coming from, but he liked the feeling. Quinn continued twerking and whining seductively on the pole, and Henry couldn't just take it any longer. He stood up from his seat, and he started walking towards her, with his eyes fixed on her. When Quinn raised her head and her eyes met Henry's, her heart skipped so many beats, and she just couldn't believe that he was standing right in front of her. She knew that he would probably visit the bar very soon, but she didn't know that he would be around when she was having her first dance. Henry looked at her intently before he went over to his private suite, and observed the rest of the show from there. Quinn had thought that he was going to move closer to her, and drag her away, but she was quite shocked that he didn't do any of that. She touched her face, and she remembered why he didn't. She was with a mask on her face, so he probably wouldn't have known her. So, she continued dancing with everything in her, and she could literally feel Henry's intense glare in her body. She didn't want to dance at that point, because she just wanted to impress him at all costs. A few seconds later, a pot bellied man started walking towards her, with a bundle of cash in his right hand, and his sunglasses on the other. Quinn frowned at him, because she was wondering why someone would be using sunglasses in the night. The old man got to her, and he started spraying a lot of money on her. She continued dancing, and the man kept on spraying money on her. While doing that, the man moved really close to her, and he started touching her inappropriately. Henry could see how uncomfortable she was, but he still decided to stay low, so he wouldn't drawProperty of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

unnecessary attention to himself. The man kept on touching her inappropriately, and Quinn kept on trying to push him away, but he wasn't leaving. The old man was about to start dragging her off the stage, when he felt someone's strong hand around his neck. Quinn raised her head to see a big man who looked like a bodyguard, trying to strangle the old man. The bodyguard dragged the man away, and Quinn continued dancing. She could see the old man struggling with the bodyguard, but he was thrown outside the bar. While she was dancing, she was approached by the same bodyguard that took the old man out. She was surprised, but she waited patiently for him to speak. "The boss needs your attention." The bodyguard whispered to Quinn, and she looked around the bar. Boss? She didn't know who the boss was. "Him." The bodyguard pointed towards Henry, who was slowly sipping his alcohol from a glass cup, while looking at her. Quinn was surprised, and she didn't know why Henry was being addressed as the boss, but she didn't want to disobey, so she silently followed the bodyguard. When she was a few feet away from Henry, she turned around, and she didn't see the bodyguard again. Henry just sat down, waiting for her to walk up to him. Quinn looked back, and she saw that the show was going smoothly without anyone looking at her, or the 'boss'. She moved closer to him, and when she was about to get to him, he stood up instantly. Looking up at him, Quinn's heart started beating really fast, faster than normal.