There's no way he knows what happened with Savannah last night, or relatively, very early this morning. He was long gone before we left together. Unless Dmitri said something; he was the last to leave. He could have seen me give Savannah a ride.
I'll have to be more careful around her while at the club. The last thing in the world I want is for the other girls to give her a hard time or for them to think that I'm giving her special treatment.
Nikita shuts the door on his way out of my office. I glance at my watch. I need to be on the floor, keeping an eye on the patrons and the girls, making sure the place is running smoothly. I open the desk drawer and shove the ledger inside, locking the drawer before I head out of my office.
I shut the office door and step out of the hallway to the lounge. The tables are full, and the waitresses are bustling around. Lucy isn't working tonight, which is not surprising considering her recent injury. The place is busy and it's only the middle of the week.
I'm grateful the air conditioning is pumping through the club, and the climate is comfortable for everyone. Bailey is center stage, while Savannah is nowhere in sight. She's probably giving a private dance to a guest.
There are cameras in every private booth for the girls' protection. I slink off to the control room to see what's happening with Savannah. We have security who watches the monitors to ensure the girls' safety and that they're not compromised. They're not allowed to go home with any clientele or have sex with anyone while at the club.
We're a high-end gentleman's club, not a whorehouse.
I slip into the control room and shut the door behind myself. There are a dozen cameras that watch the lounge, and there are sofas, tables, and platforms where the girls dance. I focus on the private booths, not the VIP rooms. It's more than likely that she's in a booth with a client.
My mouth is parched when I glance at the screen. The man she's grinding against, I recognize him.
I inhale a sharp breath. It's the same gentleman from the café this afternoon. I hadn't noticed the one in the overpriced suit at a table. That can't be a coincidence.