The Carrero Contract - Amending Agreements (Book 2 of Contract Trilogy)

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The club is high end, huge and very clearly well used in a very trendy part of Midtown, it's called 'Alfa's'. Its décor isn't overly dated, just a little worn and faded, and even empty you can smell the years of sweat, boozy-bodied dancers and stale smoke. It's modern and obviously up market but it just misses the little 'va voom' that makes a place stand out.

I take a walk around the vast room of multi-levelled platforms and seating as Alexi talks to his manager by the bar, sitting sipping an ice water because he is driving and watching me do my slow evaluation. He told me to go explore and tell him what I think needs to be done and it's exactly what I am doing while I get a little head space.

I can feel his eyes on me every second, burning my skin and giving me goosebumps. He's been weirdly quiet and distant since we got in here and that suits me fine. Careful not to get too chummy, and even though he opened my car door, he kept his distance and gave me breathing space. It seems our little 'chat' has registered somewhere and he's being a gentleman for once.

I can handle unemotional and aloof Alexi, when the focus is business.

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We walk out into the midday sun after spending a lot longer than planned talking fine details with Clark, his bar manager. It was better than I thought it would be, and he made me feel valued, as though my opinion held real weight while they both listened and Clark took notes. I don't know who Alexi told him I was, but the guy treated me as though I had some kind of authority in club décor. It was kind of nice.

Alexi has a file in hand of suggested changes, repairs and such, and a list of things his manager took notes on that might improve the takings, all suggested by me. I gave my input and Alexi didn't find fault in a single suggestion; Both of them listening while I gave my feminine point of view on the look and feel of what he was aiming for, a real boost to my mood, and yet back in the car we are once again strangely silent.

There's an atmosphere between us still, one I cannot read but it's there nonetheless, and I'm tired from the emotional drain it puts on me. I feel like I have been on a rollercoaster in the last couple of hours and I am mentally exhausted and a little fragile.

'Do you want to go for food?' Alexi breaks into my muggy brain, and I blink his way uncertainly.

'I'm hungry but I'm not sure having a cosy little lunch date is wise, so I guess not,' I point out blankly, giving him a one-shoulder shrug and a pointed look, but he just smiles at me.

'Then call it a business lunch, we can recap what we talked about at the club. I'm starving and you must be too, it's after two.' He is in serious mode—a hint of bossy coming through and I can tell it's pointless to argue. I wanted this version of him and it is back with a vengeance. I don't know if that should be a sign to relax and maybe I am being over cautious, but either way, he wants us to have lunch and NO is falling on deaf ears; Even if he did make a show of asking me first.

'Fine.' I back down, literally starving too as I skipped breakfast this morning, and sink back into my seat a little huffily. He's left me feeling bruised all day, regardless of lifting me up in the bar, and I cannot shift this weird knot of anxiety in my stomach.

'Italian?' He throws me a raised eyebrow as though my input means something and I just eyeroll.

'Because I obviously don't have enough of it in my life ... sure ... Italian it is.' I sigh and look away from the furrowed brow he starts giving me and stare out the window at passing scenery instead.

'I know a little place close by Club Carrero—family-run—really good food.' He ignores my obvious put-down and just carries on, undeterred; A brighter, chirpier, mellow hue to his voice.