Clubrooms Diary novel Chapter 32

MALAYINA

May 12th 2018 

I'm relatively positive I had my first sex dream last night. 

I woke up this morning moaning and I'm pretty sure I was climaxing at the same time. Waking up in a pool of my sweat with my body tangled between my sheets isn't my usual wake up stance. I vividly recalled the visions of his sweat cladded body on top of mine. His hips slowly thrusting forward with the sound of our coupling filling my ears, overriding all my senses, confusing me from what was real and what wasn't. It felt almost alien-like and erotic at the same time for me. I was so wet I had to rub myself into a toe-curling orgasm with him heavy on my mind. 

Hours later and I'm standing behind the bar listening to Lisa ramble on about what I'm meant to do. But all I can think about is Amar making sweet sweet love to me and he's due to make an entrance through the door any moment now.  

How am I meant to look him in the eye without blushing or wondering if he fucks as good as he did in my dreams? 

"Mal... Are you still in there?" Lisa snaps her fingers in front of my face. 

Bringing me back to existence. 

"Yeah, sorry." I blink my eyes a few times to shake off the dirty images in my head. 

"As I was saying..." She points to the dishwasher that is loaded with glasses.

"You don't want to run the cycle on hot. You'll shock the glasses by doing so and as a result, they will shatter when you remove them from the dishwasher or place them inside the fridge." 

She presses the cool cycle button, bringing the hunk of junk to life. 

"So under here." She opens the cupboard doors under the beer tap sinks.

"Is where we keep the kegs. When you've hooked on a new one you need to fill a jug to get rid of the froth. Or you'll just be giving our punters too much head." She gives me a cheeky smirk and a wink. 

"Too much head?" I giggle. 

"Well, I can't be doing that now can I?"

"No, babe. I'd hate to see what Amar would have to say about that." We both crack up laughing.

Our little laughing fit gets cut short when someone loudly and deliberately clears his throat. I glance at Lisa who's looking back at me with wide eyes. We both know we've just been snapped laughing at the Greek God himself. 

"Fuck." I mouth to Lisa. 

She bobs her head with an undeniable grin on her face. I take a deep breath and I slowly turn around to face my tormentor. 

"Amar." I gulp. 

"Would you like.." He holds up a hand and I clamp my mouth shut. 

"We need to talk." He doesn't sound too pleased about it. 

I step out from behind the bar and come face to face with him. Without a word, he places his hand on the small of my back and starts to lead me out of the bar. I turn my head to look back at Lisa, who's staring at me with a frown on her face. 

Help!..... I silently call out to her wishing our minds were mentally linked. 

"Keep walking Mikros." His heavy accent makes my heart skip a beat. 

He leads us out of the club.

His black SUV is parked up with 'The Hulk' holding the back passenger's door open. My steps falter.

"Where are we going?" I couldn't control the tremble that coated my words. 

"We need to chat in private and we can't do that in the club."

I get into the SUV and scoot over to the other side of the vehicle. Trying to open the door discreetly.