Right after Gunn took her offered dollar he lead her out of the casino and through the lavish halls of the hotel. In truth Buffy did nit know why she had easily gave Gunn the money, perhaps it was because she had no luck at gambling in casinos and his proposition was enticing.
“So whom will I be working for? You?” Gunn stopped in front of a door so abruptly that Buffy al most ran into him.
“No you’ll be working for my boss”, he answered turning to face her. Just then a group of giggling women passed by wearing sequined bra and tasseled skirts. They all looked the same, tall with hair ranging from blonde to dark brown, attractive faces and perfect bodies, show girls Buffy thought and then the proverbial light bulb went on in her head. Buffy stared at Gunn with wide eyes and hissed,
“Wait what exactly is this job because if I’m a show girl you can forget about it.”
Gunn who was looking for his keys smirked at her reaction to the girls and not knowing her job. Spike would love her, she was such a spitfire someone who would keep him, meaning Spike, on his toes.
“No, your are not a showgirl you’re a floor assistant” Gunn replied still looking for his key.
“A what?” Gunn sighed in relief when he pulled out the key and turned to look at Buffy. He thought about explaining the stipulations of the job to he, but decided against it,
“You’ll see, come on lets go see the man who owns this place”
Buffys gaze flicked from the door they were standing in front of and to Gunn, she looked at him as if he were crazy,
“Um Charles we are standing in front of a door that says ‘Main Breaker’, where exactly are we going”.
Buffy crossed her arms and glared at him ‘He had better not try anything funny’ was the one thought that ran through her mind. Gunn just smiled and started to unlock the door revealing a small yet comfortable hidden elevator.
Buffy’s eyes widened as they both entered.
“Wow” she breathed.
“Um where are we going?” She asked absently still taken back by the elevator.
“This elevator takes us directly to the office.”
“Oh” was her only response.
After a few moments of silence the elevator stopped and the doors opened into the large office.
“Alright Ms. Summers I’ll go get him, sit”
Gunn stated pointing to a plush leather chair facing the large ornately carved cherry finish oak desk. While Buffy sat and waited she took a moment to study the office. From what she could tell it was a corner office, because of the large perpendicular windows that faced the mountains rather than the Las Vegas strip. The room had hues of black, crimson and cream, Buffy wondered how the plush cream carpet looked so immaculately clean, but decided not to dwell on it. She also noticed that there was a set of monitors behind her showing her various places of the casino. After surveying them for a moment she proceeded to bite her nails in nervous frustration.
“Boss” Gunn called as he stepped out onto the terrace where Spike was having a smoke.
Eyeing his head of security wearily Spike took a deep drag of his cigarette before extinguishing it,
“Gunn” Spike drawled.
Gunn took a good look at Spike, he looked like he was worrying about something, and he wanted to ask what was the matter but decided not to push the subject.
“I found her.” Spike immediately perked up at the news for a brief moment relieved but then remembered the task he had given Gunn, a small smile quirking on his lips.
“What makes her different from Red and Cosmo” Spike asked not wanting to waste his or this woman’s time. Gunn chuckled to himself after hearing Anya’s new nickname.
“Well as we all know Anya’s openly sexy and tactless, or forthright as you sometimes like to describe her,” Spike smirked at that “Willow’s cute and could mother anyone out of something and she is witty too smart for her own good, but this girl is sexy, cute and looks innocent in every single way. But her attitude, boy does she have one! Spike she’s perfect she is just what you need”, Gunn finished.
Spike cocked his head to the side thinking about what Gunn just said and asked.
“Where is she?”
“She is in your office” Gunn replied.
“All right I’ll go see what’s so great about her. And she had better be good cause if your bull shitting me …”, and Spike let it hang there as he went back inside.
Buffy was getting board; she had never been one for waiting. Patience was not one of her fortes, so being the busy body that she was she decided to take an even better look around. Which was how she ended up sitting in the desk chair. It was black with cream stitching and was made of the softest leather she had ever felt, and she had her share of leathers. After she finished marveling at the chair she then started to look at the pictures on the desk the one she picked up was one of a very beautiful woman. She had long blonde hair and had deep blue gray eyes. The smile on the woman’s face screamed ‘I know something you don’t know’, it made her eyes crinkle slightly, which were dancing in hidden mirth. The sun shun in the background lighting up her hair and making it look like spun gold, from what Buffy could tell it was probably taken at a beach as the sun was setting.
“Is it really necessary for you to go through my things let alone sit at my desk”, Spike drawled.
Buffy let out a surprised squeal and shot up from the chair, she was to embarrass to look at him. Realizing she was still holding the picture she paced back on the desk, after a moment she finally did look at him. Buffy’s eyes bugged, in her opinion she was staring at the most handsome man she had ever seen. He was leaning casually against the doorframe in a charcoal grey suit and French blue shirt the top 2 buttons unbuttoned showing some of his chest. He had the bluest of eyes that seemed to twinkle much like the lady in the picture, his hair was a natural white blonde with golden highlights and he was chuckling.
Buffy quickly composed her self, she then snapped.
“Well is it really necessary for you to scare people” ‘Oh shit! Why did I say that?’ Buffy asked herself, this was to be her employer and because she didn’t think before she spoke she may have well ruined it. Much to her dismay Spike’s chuckle grew to a healthy laugh, Gunn was so right about her he thought, such a hellion.
“Now miss…?” Noticing his British accent for the first time her mind hazed but she quickly shook it off.
“Summers, Buffy Summers and you are?” Buffy stated plainly, Spike rose a scared eyebrow at that, ‘Well then, wonder what got this chit ticked off…’
“William Tabors but everybody calls me Spike.” Spike answered evenly. He eyed her up and down all honey blonde hair, petite, sparkling green eyes, she was …decent oh who was he kidding she was bloody gorgeous. Buffy was getting a little peeved at the way Spike was surveying her, but luckily was interrupted from having to say anything when Anya burst through the doors.
“Spike Charles tells me you found the help” Anya said walking up to him. Buffy looked at him and mouthed ‘help?’
“Don’t mind her she’s a tad bit blunt” Spike said defending Anya’s behavior. Anya smiled brightly then turned to introduce herself.
“Hi my name is Anya Jenkins and we will be working together very soon. Right Spike? I mean she looks pleasant enough I suppose—” Spike hastily cut her off,
“Uh Anya why don’t you get back to work so I could talk to Miss Summers.”
“Sure, I’ll just be going now” Anya said leaving. Buffy noticing she was still behind his desk and walked towards him.
“Aren’t you a little too young to be owning a casino?” Would this girl never cese to surprise him, Spike contemplated.
“How old to you think I am pet?” Buffy thought about it for a minute hid fid look quite young, but then there were those who never really looked their age
“Twenty-three?”
“Close I’m twenty-four.”
Spike answered as he went to reclaim his desk picking up the same picture Buffy was looking at and putting it in its right spot
“Oh your wife is very lovely by the way,” Buffy said wanting to sound polite.
Spike looked at her as if she had grown three heads and then threw his head back and laughed.
“What?” Buffy asked wanting to know what as so funny
“My wife? You thought she was my wife?” He said gasping for air.
“Aw luv she’s my sister, her names Darla” Spike explained.
“Oh. Well um ok… so Mister Tabors-” But she was cut of by Spike.
“Spike”, He corrected.
“What?”
“Call me Spike” ‘What kind of name is Spike’ Buffy thought but eyeing him up and down she realized that the moniker suited him.
“Ok so Spike what exactly is a floor assistant ?” Buffy asked wanting to know what she had gotten her self into.
“Well your going to have to be charming, manipulative, witty, sly and smart. You know what Willow and Anya will teach you”
“Okay” Buffy said
“So as my official employee you have to fill out theses forms and here is your room key, just give me a second and I will show you to your room.”
“Room?” Buffy questioned
“Oh my immediate staff has the option of living in the hotel. Do you not want to?” Spike asked
“No its perfect!” Buffy said happy she wouldn’t have to find somewhere to stay on such short notice.
“Okay so tonight sleep tomorrow I’ll give you the tour,” Spike said picking up her duffle and leading her out of the office.
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