The dancer in the club

Ryker

That night, Bailey walks into my office just as I am about to be done with work and leave for the night. She knows I don't like it when she barges in but she does it anyway. I frown as she walks over to me. "How did you get in?"

She laughs almost like I should know the answer to that question. "You are working late again.''

"Yes, I have been busy."

She grins at me and kisses me.

"I thought you had plans tonight?"

"I changed them."

"Why?" I ask her curiously.

I told her about the club and now it is glaring to me that she wants to come with me. This is just one of her usual ploys. I can see that. "This is not a fun outing, it is for work,'' I tell her.

I don't plan to stay at pause for a long time and if she comes with me, I will have to spend awful hours in that place, knowing full well that I don't like noisy places.