CEO´S TRUE LOVE

ires and this was their first meeting. I was hoping to get some sympathy from Mr. Watts, but that's when those stupid interns admitted they were interns. Mr. Watts took great umbrage at the idea

great place is walking distance to where I go sometimes after work.-I didn't know of any bars very close. Well, I was at that strip club. "Are you talking about that strip club on second?" I asked. "Yeah, they have an amazing bartender and a super stripper," he whistles. -She knows how. work that pole. I put my eye white. God, I can't believe she's trying to talk me into going to a striptease. "I'm not going to go to a strip club to watch you masturbate, seeing a stripper." He rolls his eyes "I don't go there for the strippers, just for the drinks," he replies, offering me a hand to get out of my chair. "But you really should see her." She's a great dancer and she's hot. "I'll be the judge of that," grabbing my Grant briefcase and placing it in my hand. "So shall we go?" I nod. "What can I say, you've convinced me." He held my office door open for me. "It was the mention of hot girls, right?" he jokes as we leave my office. I pursed my lips and nodded. We were the only ones left in the building, most of the cubicles dark with the only ones lit by emergency lights and the red glow of the exit sign. We left the building and started our walk towards the strip club. How could Grant talk me into going to a strip club with the promise of hot girls? Of course, they went to see hot girls! It's a strip club for crying out loud! If anyone sees me there and recognizes me, I'd be the talk of the papers for weeks. No one like me would get caught dead going to a strip club. But after a five-minute walk, there we were, standing outside a small building with a pink neon sign-Hollywood Strip-buzzing over the entrance. "This is a mistake," I tell him as Grant opens the door for me. "Okay," he says, following behind me, "we're here and we're in, going back now? The