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Author's Note: The Glee-versed version of a rather weird and interesting story I read.
Rachel watched the well-dressed man come into the bar and felt her heart beat faster. He said his name was Brody and he only showed up when she was around, and he only let Rachel serve him which made her feel flattered. He also always tipped extremely well and was making more of her income these last two weeks than she had for the last 3 months. Rachel thought if this went on long enough she might be able to support herself as she tried to again get on Broadway and well, she had an obviously wealthy and attractive man into her. She smiled as he nodded at her and waved her over.
"So Rachel, I was hoping you might join me for dinner tonight?" Brody asked in a low seductive voice that sent chills down Rachel's spine. She almost melted before remind herself to get a grip and that she had a job to do.
"Sorry Brody, I've got work," she started and felt bad when she saw the frown cross that gorgeous man's face. "But maybe after my shift is over or something?" Brody smiled a beaming smile that again almost knocked her off her feet as he nodded eagerly.
"Of course, of course! I meant afterwards. I'll make sure to get us a nice bottle of wine for us." He grinned at her and she smiled slightly as she rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, the wine I'm going to bring." She eagerly hurried to finish and was thankful there weren't many patrons that night. She couldn't wait to join Brody and judging by the way he seemed to be looking at his watch, an expensive Rolex, he wasn't the most patient. When the last customer finally left, she hurried over to him and sat down.
"Everyone's gone," Rachel said breathlessly. Brody leaned on his arms as he sat there looking at her.
"That's good. I now have you to myself. You're a very beautiful woman Rachel." She blushed a bit causing him to laugh and she joined as well in his mirth. He had a very nice laugh and she was fascinated at the rich low manly tones his voice contained. It had been a really long time since she had been with a guy let alone one that was as fine as this one was. He was still chuckling as he poured the wine for them both.
"Thank you," Rachel said taking the glass he offered. "I am curious though why come here? I know for a fact that you could afford to go to fancier and better places." Brody gently took Rachel's hand and started rubbing her fingers.
"It's because you're here. You're a very beautiful woman and I want to get to know you better." His eyes dropped as he stared at her boobs. "I want to know you a lot better." Normally that would be something Rachel would hate, especially since she had to put up with it on a daily basis every time she came in for work. It might have been the wine, or the way Brody said it, the lack of attention from a man that was actually interesting until him, or that adoring look in his eyes as he looked up, but she was okay with it. She was very okay with it as he rubbed her hand with his strong masculine but quite well moisturized fingers.
"Wow," she breathed. "I don't know what to say." Brody smiled as he poured her another glass.
"It doesn't matter, your voice alone makes it worth it. It is the ringing of a thousand angels." Rachel and Brody talked some more as they continued drinking until it got to the point of Rachel being somewhat glassy-eyed.
"So you used to be a Broadway star?" Brody asked, sounding amazed. "That sure is amazing."
"Yeah, Manon of the Spring," Rachel hiccupped a bit. "Unfortunately the show was cancelled early and then I messed up, choked horribly. I got injured and couldn't perform so lost my spot and you know how competitive that business is. Between breaking my leg in an ice-skating accident and messing up a song, my career was over. I'm stuck here working in this lousy bar to pay off loans and debt accumulated, after having gone to performing arts school." Brody made a sound in sympathy.
"Well, they don't know what they're missing. I know you have the voice to knock them out. What would you do to be able to pay your debts and quit this job?"
"I'd do anything, I really hate it here and while I'm not complaining of the hard work a thank you would be nice once in a while and I really am better than this. You've become the part I look most forward to working here." Brody smiled at the honesty he heard in Rachel's voice when she said that.
"What if I told you I could offer you a job?" Rachel blinked at him.
"Doing what?" she asked.
"Oh this and that, attend various functions, take care of me, stuff like that."
"A job with you?" Rachel asked confused.
"Yes. You will never have to worry about money again."
"I don't know…"
"Your debts and troubles will be a thing of the past and you won't have to be dependent on your sister Quinn again." Rachel had mentioned living with Quinn and her recently married working to be a lawyer husband Finn when she first lost her job. They had loved her staying but they weren't financially well off at the moment either as Finn struggled to get through the Bar and Quinn was a teacher. Rachel had felt guilty mooching off them so had left as soon as she found a stable enough job to be able to pay for an apartment.
"Is this a real job?" Rachel asked and Brody nodded, smiling wider as he pulled out a napkin and a pen and started writing some lines down before drawing another line for a signature. Rachel giggled and rolled her eyes. "That's not real silly," she said chiding. Brody just grinned and pushed it over to her.
"So you won't mind signing it?" Rachel let out a loopy giggle a moment as she fancifully signed her name.
"There, now you have an autograph for when I become famous."
"Yes I do." Brody checked his watch. "Seems to be a bit late, it's after midnight. Are you able to drive?" Rachel got up and almost fell over when the room spun but Brody caught her with his strong arms making her sigh.
"I don't think so, I'll just call a cab…"
"Nonsense!" Brody exclaimed. "I could never leave a lady in distress. I insist on taking you home."
"You were drinking too," Rachel slurred and Brody pulled her up.
"I'm not as drunk but I'm also not stupid. I've already called my driver to come pick us up."
"Oh, okay then." Rachel murmured leaning on Brody as he navigated them out. Brody briefly looked down and smiled at her before a limousine came by and stopped. Brody opened the side door and put Rachel in before getting in as well.
"I've acquired what we came for. Time to go home."
"Yes sir," came the response as they pulled away onto the road. Rachel blinked in confusion.
"Huh? What's going on?" she asked confused.
"Sshhh," Brody whispered as he ran his fingers through her hair. "We're going home. Just go to sleep now." Rachel nodded in agreement and leaned back in the seat as her breathing slowed and went regular.