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The New Girl - [Mobster!Charles]

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SYNOPSIS: You're the new girl serving the VIP lounge in Charles' club, and in your first week you have the pleasure of meeting the boss.

You tightened your ponytail while standing in front of the large mirror in the dressing rooms. The door opened, and you looked over your shoulder to see one of your colleagues coming in. "Hey," she greeted you with a smile. "Hi," you replied, and you turned away from the mirror. "You look great," your colleague complimented. "Thank you so much," you smiled. You had to admit, even while wearing the Ferrari red skirt and the black top that was a part of the company clothing, you still felt like they fit you amazingly. The heels on your feet elevated your legs and your curves, and you could walk around confidently, a look you wanted to show in your first week of your job here. "Is it for Mr. Leclerc?" she playfully asked next, getting dressed in her company clothes as well. "He's in today?" you asked. You had been hired by his assistant, Mr. Gasly, but you hadn't seen Mr. Leclerc himself before. "Yes," she confirmed. "He's so handsome," she sighed. "But so cold," she added. "He just says hello and that's it.

"He's a bachelor?" you asked. "Yes, for quite some time. I heard he has preferences, favorites," she said, giggling next. Your eyebrows rose while getting your perfume bottle out of your bag, and you spritzed some of it on your neck and your wrists. "I'll see him tonight then, I guess," you said, wishing her a good shift before walking out of the room and entering the VIP lounge upstairs. The club was already crowded with people, the dancers performing on the stage and on the elevated poles. "Hi, gorgeous," your colleague, the barista, greeted you. "I'm getting you to work right away. You can take this to the table right here, the boss is back in town," she winked. "It's a group of tough-looking mobsters, but all men have a weakness." You chuckled at what she said, taking the plate and carrying it on one arm to the table. You walked around the large, leather seat of one of the men. "Good evening," you greeted, a wide smile stretching your lips. "A scotch on the rocks?" you asked next, looking around to see for who it was. They went quiet and looked up at you.

You felt a little uneasy, but you didn't show it, and placed the glasses in front of them on the table. You picked up the last glass, leaning forward, and looking up through your lashes to see some crystal blue eyes staring back at you. He leaned back in his seat, the white button-up he was wearing tight around his chest. His knees were spread, slacks tight in all the right places, too. "Merci," he spoke up when you put the glass down. "You're welcome," you said sweetly, standing up straight and taking the plate back with you back to the bar. You had a feeling you just met Mr. Leclerc, and you could now understand everything you had heard about him so far. You were busy serving other tables, but your curiosity for the boss remained. It didn't take long before your hard work was apparently appreciated, and you were called back over to the table with the four men. Pierre was seated there as well, who gave you a small smile as he recognized you. You took their orders again. "Anything else I can get you?" you asked, they shook their heads, but Charles nodded. "Get yourself something and have a seat with me when you come back, darling," he spoke, his voice and his accent sending shivers up your spine.

You nodded slowly, smiling at them again before walking back to the bar and taking their orders, getting yourself a glass of water. You put their drinks down again, and Charles patted one of his thighs for you to sit on. The others were surprised to see his interest in you. His attention was flattering, especially when your colleagues had already mentioned that he likes to pick his favourites. "You've been working very hard, haven't you?" he asked, his hand placing gently on your spine to slide down to your lower back. "It's just my first week, so I hope to prove that in the upcoming time," you replied, crossing your legs. Charles nodded approvingly. "Very good." He sipped on his liquor next, his eyes briefly gliding over your relaxed posture. His fingers playfully tugged on your long ponytail. "I should get back to work," you said next, getting up again after finishing your water. Charles got up too, now towering over you. "Hmm, good girls get rewarded for hard work, don't you think?" he asked, and one of your eyebrows rose as you weren't sure what he meant.

From his back pocket, he drew a euro bill with a generous value, handing it to you. "Take it, pretty one," Charles said, and you gnawed at your bottom lip at the whiff of his cologne your nose caught. "You don't need money to buy me, you know?" you said, taking the tip nevertheless. Charles' lips curled upwards. "I was already sold on your charms," you flirted confidently, earning a chuckle from his side, and he stepped forward when you stepped back to get to work again. "I like you," Charles grinned. "Stop by my office tomorrow after your shift," he told you softly, leaning forward to kiss your cheek. "Alright. I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Leclerc," you smiled sweetly. You moved back to the bar, looking over your shoulder to see the men getting up and ready to leave. Charles caught your eyes and his right eye dropped in a wink. You already liked being his favourite.