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Ch.3: I can't escape the twisted way you think of me
3 reviewsAnd you just stand there and stare as my world divides.
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It had been two weeks since that visit. Anya was getting her makeup done and in any minute she’d have to go on stage, dance for a while, then come back, get her regular outfit and serve as background while another girl would take the spot light. Two girls entered the dressing room giggling while Anya put on a robe and Frank’s head popped right behind them.
“Icicle, you’re on!”
It was Anya’s call. She took a deep breath and went for the stage. As soon a she stepped up, she caught that familiar face in the crowd, watching her every move. Anya didn’t know yet if she should feel flattered or to think it was really creepy. She tried to look away and dance to the song, but her eyes kept falling on him. His thin, tall figure, his neatly brushed back hair, the impeccable Italian suits always in dark colors and his scent of expensive cologne and cigarettes, the way he stared at her, like he wanted to smile but he couldn’t… Anya wasn’t sure of why, but his intense gaze helped her to put up a better show, like she was dancing only to him and the rest of the room was empty. She still had to force herself to look away, to smile down at the paying audience, after all tips were a great part of her income.
When Anya left the stage, Michael wasn’t in his seat, but her heart was still pounding. Anya leaned on the wall, so another girl could step up; she still had a hard time learning everyone’s name. Hell, she still had a hard time socializing at all! That was Angie’s job.
“Anya.” Angie startled her. “Do you plan to stand there all night?” She chuckled.
Anya shook her head and said nothing, walking to the dressing room with her friend on her tail.
“Where was your head just now?” Angie asked with a hint of amusement.
“Where it has always been.” Anya said plainly, getting her regular outfit out of her locker.
“Or perhaps it was on whatever you were staring at…” Now Angie was smiling teasingly. “Or you know, whoever…”
“Angie!” Anya nearly whined, her face burning. “It’s his fault anyway. Why does he have to sit and stare at what we do? It’s distracting…”
“I’ve never seen him sitting at my performances.” Angie giggled. “Actually I’ve only even seen him staring at you.” She giggled again. “I think he likes you.”
“Yeah, right!” Anya huffed.
“What else could it be?” Angie’s giggles were louder now. “You little hussy, you've gone and given the boss an itty bitty crush on you!” She let out with a full laugh. Anya wasn’t amused though.
“You’re officially nuts, Angela. The Boss hasn’t even talked to me after that so called interview, not other than to say ‘hello’ or give us a ride home.” Anya said, brushing her hair, her tone letting out a little of the frustration as well, perhaps she’d like the boss talking to her more… but she’d rather keep that part on the information from Angie.
“You know?” Angie kept going as if she hadn’t heard Anya. “I think the feeling might be a little mutual…”
“What?!” Anya dropped the hair brush and looked at Angie. “You’re way over your head here.”
“Maybe. But your response just proves that I'm not off base.” Angie said with a wink and handed Anya her hair brush back, which she snatched.
Before Anya could say anything, there was a rap on the door, that made the other girls cover up, and Frank entered. “Icicle? The boss wants a word with you.”
Anya just stared at Frank while Angie looked at both. “The boss wants a word, Any. Don't keep him waiting now." She pushed Anya with a giggle.
Anya glared at her and grabbed a robe before following Frank out. She only had to take one turn to find Michael standing outside his office, waiting for her.
“Good night, Anya.” He said.
“Mr. Way.” She said with a little nod, tightening the robe around her. His gaze was as piercing as ever and she felt suddenly naked. “You wanted to see me?”
“Yes, I wanted to ask you if you have plans for tonight after work.” He took a drag of the smoke in his hand and looked at her. Anya blinked a couple of times.
“N-no… I don’t. I just planned to go home and get some sleep, actually.” Anya said looking away, missing Michael’s little smirk.
“Okay, then when you guys are done, tell Angie that I’ll be driving you home.” Michael dropped the smoke and stepped on it, ready to go inside the office.
“Um, may I ask why am I supposed to stay?” Anya managed to ask. Michael smiled, and that might have been the most beautiful smile Anya had ever seen.
“That’s a surprise, snowflake. But I hope it will be enjoyable. Now, go back to work.” It wasn’t really an order, but Anya nodded and walked back to the dressing room.
Angie was putting her make up on when Anya made it back.
“So, did he ask you out yet? Or just make out with you on that lovely cherry wood desk of his?” Angie snickered, but Anya shook her head, looking rather pale.
“N-no. He just… he asked me to stay after work. He said he’d drive me home later, so you don’t have to wait for me.”
Angie raised an eyebrow. “Ahhh, I see. And will you be coming home at all?”
“Of course I will! Angie, he’s my BOSS!” Anya scratched her head. “Besides, what makes you think that it’s a good thing?”
“I didn't say it was a good thing… But I mean, you did accept his invitation…” Angie went back to finish her makeup.
“I didn’t really have a choice.” Anya said, slumping on the couch in defeat. How could she say no to her boss?
“Honeybee, you’re up!” Frank said from outside the door.
Angie sighed and patted Anya’s hair one last time. “We'll talk about this more in a little while. I gotta go.”
Unfortunately, they never got to talk about it again. The club was packed and all the girls had to work their asses off taking turns to have a drink and go to the bathroom, but not long enough to have a serious conversation. And, when they were done, the dressing room was full of people as well, and Anya didn’t want anyone to know. Especially after hearing one of the oldest girls how much she’d like to jump their boss.
“See? Alicia wants to jump him too, so you better hurry!” Angie nudged her.
Anya didn’t say a thing and focused on getting her makeup and hair done as slowly as possible, until she and Angie were the only ones left in the dressing room. Angie hugged her friend and wished her luck before heading out and leave Anya alone. Realizing she had no other choice than go and meet with her boss, Anya gave her hair one last flip and walked out.
“Icicle, you’re on!”
It was Anya’s call. She took a deep breath and went for the stage. As soon a she stepped up, she caught that familiar face in the crowd, watching her every move. Anya didn’t know yet if she should feel flattered or to think it was really creepy. She tried to look away and dance to the song, but her eyes kept falling on him. His thin, tall figure, his neatly brushed back hair, the impeccable Italian suits always in dark colors and his scent of expensive cologne and cigarettes, the way he stared at her, like he wanted to smile but he couldn’t… Anya wasn’t sure of why, but his intense gaze helped her to put up a better show, like she was dancing only to him and the rest of the room was empty. She still had to force herself to look away, to smile down at the paying audience, after all tips were a great part of her income.
When Anya left the stage, Michael wasn’t in his seat, but her heart was still pounding. Anya leaned on the wall, so another girl could step up; she still had a hard time learning everyone’s name. Hell, she still had a hard time socializing at all! That was Angie’s job.
“Anya.” Angie startled her. “Do you plan to stand there all night?” She chuckled.
Anya shook her head and said nothing, walking to the dressing room with her friend on her tail.
“Where was your head just now?” Angie asked with a hint of amusement.
“Where it has always been.” Anya said plainly, getting her regular outfit out of her locker.
“Or perhaps it was on whatever you were staring at…” Now Angie was smiling teasingly. “Or you know, whoever…”
“Angie!” Anya nearly whined, her face burning. “It’s his fault anyway. Why does he have to sit and stare at what we do? It’s distracting…”
“I’ve never seen him sitting at my performances.” Angie giggled. “Actually I’ve only even seen him staring at you.” She giggled again. “I think he likes you.”
“Yeah, right!” Anya huffed.
“What else could it be?” Angie’s giggles were louder now. “You little hussy, you've gone and given the boss an itty bitty crush on you!” She let out with a full laugh. Anya wasn’t amused though.
“You’re officially nuts, Angela. The Boss hasn’t even talked to me after that so called interview, not other than to say ‘hello’ or give us a ride home.” Anya said, brushing her hair, her tone letting out a little of the frustration as well, perhaps she’d like the boss talking to her more… but she’d rather keep that part on the information from Angie.
“You know?” Angie kept going as if she hadn’t heard Anya. “I think the feeling might be a little mutual…”
“What?!” Anya dropped the hair brush and looked at Angie. “You’re way over your head here.”
“Maybe. But your response just proves that I'm not off base.” Angie said with a wink and handed Anya her hair brush back, which she snatched.
Before Anya could say anything, there was a rap on the door, that made the other girls cover up, and Frank entered. “Icicle? The boss wants a word with you.”
Anya just stared at Frank while Angie looked at both. “The boss wants a word, Any. Don't keep him waiting now." She pushed Anya with a giggle.
Anya glared at her and grabbed a robe before following Frank out. She only had to take one turn to find Michael standing outside his office, waiting for her.
“Good night, Anya.” He said.
“Mr. Way.” She said with a little nod, tightening the robe around her. His gaze was as piercing as ever and she felt suddenly naked. “You wanted to see me?”
“Yes, I wanted to ask you if you have plans for tonight after work.” He took a drag of the smoke in his hand and looked at her. Anya blinked a couple of times.
“N-no… I don’t. I just planned to go home and get some sleep, actually.” Anya said looking away, missing Michael’s little smirk.
“Okay, then when you guys are done, tell Angie that I’ll be driving you home.” Michael dropped the smoke and stepped on it, ready to go inside the office.
“Um, may I ask why am I supposed to stay?” Anya managed to ask. Michael smiled, and that might have been the most beautiful smile Anya had ever seen.
“That’s a surprise, snowflake. But I hope it will be enjoyable. Now, go back to work.” It wasn’t really an order, but Anya nodded and walked back to the dressing room.
Angie was putting her make up on when Anya made it back.
“So, did he ask you out yet? Or just make out with you on that lovely cherry wood desk of his?” Angie snickered, but Anya shook her head, looking rather pale.
“N-no. He just… he asked me to stay after work. He said he’d drive me home later, so you don’t have to wait for me.”
Angie raised an eyebrow. “Ahhh, I see. And will you be coming home at all?”
“Of course I will! Angie, he’s my BOSS!” Anya scratched her head. “Besides, what makes you think that it’s a good thing?”
“I didn't say it was a good thing… But I mean, you did accept his invitation…” Angie went back to finish her makeup.
“I didn’t really have a choice.” Anya said, slumping on the couch in defeat. How could she say no to her boss?
“Honeybee, you’re up!” Frank said from outside the door.
Angie sighed and patted Anya’s hair one last time. “We'll talk about this more in a little while. I gotta go.”
Unfortunately, they never got to talk about it again. The club was packed and all the girls had to work their asses off taking turns to have a drink and go to the bathroom, but not long enough to have a serious conversation. And, when they were done, the dressing room was full of people as well, and Anya didn’t want anyone to know. Especially after hearing one of the oldest girls how much she’d like to jump their boss.
“See? Alicia wants to jump him too, so you better hurry!” Angie nudged her.
Anya didn’t say a thing and focused on getting her makeup and hair done as slowly as possible, until she and Angie were the only ones left in the dressing room. Angie hugged her friend and wished her luck before heading out and leave Anya alone. Realizing she had no other choice than go and meet with her boss, Anya gave her hair one last flip and walked out.
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