Free The Watcher by Rhiannon Jean Page B

needed to distract myself before I whipped out my cock and started jerking right on my paperwork. I was at the club, finishing up paying some bills and decided to go for a run. I needed to expend some of this energy and think about a set list for tonight. It had to be perfect. I wanted her to know all of the songs I sang were for her. She needed to know how I felt about her, even if I was moving a little fast. Well fast for her. Technically she’d only known me about a week, whereas I’d known her for over two years now. I was tired of waiting.

Chapter Nine
     
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    Lily
     
    The drive there was unexpectedly short and I arrived before I knew it. I saw the line already wrapped around the building and sighed. I really hoped he had remembered to save me a seat. I splurged on valet parking and started the walk to the back of the line. My phone buzzed and I pulled it out of my new jacket pocket.
    You’re on the list - Love, Your Stalker
    I swung around trying to catch a glimpse of him. I didn’t see his hoodie anywhere. My stomach became knotted and my palms began to sweat. I was so nervous and so excited. He had remembered! Is it sad that this little detail had just made my night? I headed back to the entrance and walked up to a very tall, very burly looking man with a sour look on his face.
    “Um, excuse me sir?” I said meekly.
    “Back of the line,” he said.
    “Well, um, I’m on the list…Lily is my name, sir.”
    He looked at me and smiled, checked his list and said, “Yes of course, Miss Lily. Right this way.” He lifted the rope and led me through a set of double doors into what appeared to be a coat room, with a tiny bar area.
    “Mr. Gabriel said you’d want these,” said the bouncer, as two shots of caramel colored liquor and a coke chaser was set on the bar.
    The bartender, who reminded me of Betsy, smiled and said, “On the house love.”
    “Oh wow!” I exclaimed, “Thank you so much!” I tossed back both of the shots quickly and took a gulp of the coke. I threw a $5 in her jar and thanked her again.
    The bouncer said a few words to another burly man and began to escort me into the club. The lights were low, it was a little smoky, and it wasn’t as crowded as I had thought it would be, considering the line. There were small round tables with white tablecloths scattered here and there in front of a small stage. Each table had a lit candle and a small drink menu. Norah Jones was playing softly from the speakers on stage, which was bathed in darkness. I could make out a guitar, stool, and mic stand that had been set up for the next act. Those had to be Gabriel’s! I was getting so excited to hear him sing. The bouncer stopped in the second row, a little to the left of the stage, and pulled out a chair for me.
    “Rosy will be right with you, Miss Lily. Have a great time.”
    “Thank you Mr…” I paused waiting for his name.
    “Willis, ma’am, but my friends call me Willie.”
    “Well thank you so much Mr. Willie,” I smiled warmly at him. I had so many questions I was dying to ask, but held them back for another time.
    Who exactly was Gabriel that afforded me VIP access and treatment? I looked around, taking in my surroundings. The ceiling had that typical Chicago look of exposed pipes, all painted black. The carpeting was the color of a deep red wine, and the bar area was a beautiful cherry stained wood. I drank everything in, noticing how this was the perfect seat, not too close to the stage, not front and center. I looked at the little “reserved” card on the table and sighed. ‘Who is actually this thoughtful?’ I wondered. I had never met a man who thought of all the little details. I thought back to last night and the knife he had held at my attacker’s throat and a hint of excitement shot through me. I realized I had no idea who Gabriel was or what I had gotten myself into.
    A cute little blond with spiky hair bounced up to me. All the servers were dressed head to toe in black