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She sits at her desk, fingers reaching up to rub her temples. It’s not the first night she’s done this, stayed at the office long since all the dancers and employees had gone home. Well, all the other employees but her assistant. Gabriel insisted on staying until she left. It was a quality she used to admire about her assistant, until he insisted on using the time when the sun had long since fallen to try and get her to go out on dates.
The main problem wasn’t that he was trying to get her involved in the possibility of another romantic relationship. It had taken some time to heal after her last attempt. Staring out her office window, she’s thankful she didn’t marry the man she’d once been engaged to. No, the problem isn’t that Gabe is trying to get her to give love another shot. It’s that he wants her to do it with men.
That’s the problem.
Amélie’s known her sexuality for quite some time. It was something Gérard could never fully appreciate, and even had tried to shame her for. She hadn’t told Gabriel, though she intends to tonight with the way he’s rambling on about a new club he enjoys.
She tries to focus on the paperwork, despite that the paperwork has nothing to do with her theatre. It has more to do with her advertisement for a roommate, which no one has accepted. Perhaps because they are intimidated by her, perhaps because they believe she’s a bitch. Either way, she cannot fill the empty space in her apartment.
“Mon dieu,” she sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose, taking her eyes from the paper in front of her, and Gabe stops in his rant.
“What?” He crosses his arms over his chest. “I thought you’d like this idea.”
“Going to a strip club to watch men leer at naked women?”
He laughs out loud at that, even leaning forward to put an arm on her desk. A quick arch of her brow makes him take a step back. He knows how touchy she is about her desk.
“Well, clearly you weren’t listening,” Gabe sends a knowing smirk her way, and now she’s genuinely curious.
“Fine,” Amélie leans back in her chair and crosses her arms. “What did I miss?”
“It’s a gay strip club, jefe. No men allowed.”