Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Daisy turned to look, and her stomach gave another kick -but from a different kind of hunger- as she spotted the hot blonde.
“Don’t gawk,” the woman scolded. “Just serve.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Daisy replied, not taking her eyes off the man.
“It’s not ma’am. It’s Maria. Get moving.”
Daisy took the tray and wove her way through the crowd. She had three beers and three shots. Balancing all of them, she arrived at the table and tried to catch Blondie’s eye.
“Hi!” she gushed at them, setting the drinks onto the table.
The large Sioux nodded politely and took up a shot. The dark haired guy who hadn’t arrived with them gave her quick smile but looked away. Blondie, so far, wasn’t budging. Daisy took the last shot in one hand, the last beer in the other, and leaned across the table. “Here you go, honey,” she drawled, pushing them in front of him. He finally looked up at her. Daisy sucked in a breath. He had gorgeous green eyes.
“Can I get you anything else?” she asked him with a sly smile.
“I’m good,” he told her.
“You’re definitely that,” Daisy replied. The guy with the short, dark hair snorted. Blondie wasn’t interested, though. Daisy picked up the empty tray and hustled back to the bar, disappointed. She didn’t have much time to dwell on it though, because Maria refilled her tray and sent her packing again.
This time she ventured to the other side of the bar’s pool tables, to another table full of hot guys. God, but this place was full of them! They weren’t sporting cuts but still looked appropriately badass. Daisy flashed them a smile and passed out the rounds.
“Nice tats,” one of them said.
Surprised, Daisy’s eyes drifted down the front of her shirt. She looked back up at the guy, who laughed and glanced deliberately at her arms.
“Oh!” she said, giggling. “Right. Thanks.” The guy himself was tatted up as well, one full sleeve on his right arm. “They’re mine,” she told him.
His eyebrow raised. “Did you-?”
Just then a sharp whistle pierced the air, louder than the jukebox. Daisy looked across the bar at her temporary boss, who was getting antsy.
“Sorry,” Daisy told him. “It’s packed. Gotta go!”
As she made her way back to the bar, she passed a brunette who ended up at- wouldn’t you know it- Blondie’s table. She draped an arm over his shoulders and leaned into him.
Well, there you go, Daisy thought to herself. Disappointing indeed, but the one thing Daisy needed more than a roll in the hay was cold hard cash, and there was a blonde of a different sort across the room who was willing to let her earn some.
Chapter 4
Easy took another sip of his beer and still couldn’t find a way out, at least not written on the bottom of the bottle. He couldn’t tell her he’d heard her comments. It was bad enough having to listen to them, to admit that they’d hurt him. He didn’t want her to know that the opinions of some chicks he didn’t even know had absolutely gutted him. That was unacceptable.
Brenda was blathering on about some band she wanted to go see next week. Easy was barely listening. He glanced at the door and briefly considered walking out, but that would only raise eyebrows… and questions.
As he turned back his gaze fell upon the girl who’d brought him his drink. He’d never seen her before, didn’t know Maria had hired anyone new. The girl had a thing for tats and metal, that was for sure. She wasn’t his type, either. Not by a long shot. Maybe, though, that was just what he needed.
Fueled by anger instead of helplessness or even nervousness, he stood up quickly. His beer swayed and threatened to topple before he steadied it with one hand. He didn’t sway though, and was god damned determined to make it all the way across the bar without so much as a shuffle.
“Gonna take a piss,” he announced crudely, but crude was better than being a whiny bitch, he thought. He could feel Brenda’s eyes on him as he walked away. She was no doubt wondering why he’d barely looked at her since she’d shown up. It was time to pull the pin on the whole thing, he decided. He headed into the small hallway that led to the bathrooms. He passed up the men’s room and took the three steps to the ladies’ room at the end of the hall, last stop before the Fire Exit.
He was feeling a few butterflies at this point, probably to be expected, but his cock wasn’t paying much attention. He pole armed the bathroom door and stepped inside. The tiny blonde waitress was at the sink sweeping her hair back behind her ears. Easy’s eyes traveled the length of her to her firm, round ass, and his dick jerked in approval. For some odd reason, he found himself wondering if her penchant for piercings extended to any other parts of her.