Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
It didn’t.
Not for me anyway.
“Sorry, didn’t see you there.” I smile at him. He stares past me and says nothing, then his jaw locks in a hard glare before those green eyes find mine. Seeing him this close with only a tray between us, I notice the flecks of gold in his eyes.
Those eyes—they stare straight through you.
Deadly.
If I were a smart woman, I would look away.
But I live on the edge, and he seems like a man it would be fun to annoy, and despite all the warnings I have received I just can’t help myself with him.
I go to wonder why, but instantly ignore that feeling and smile up at him.
“Do you plan to just stand there, or do you intend to move?” I ask as he continues staring at me.
He doesn’t bother moving out of my way.
Ha.
I go to move around him, and he shoots an arm out to stop me.
“Alaska?” he asks. I’m not sure if it was a question, but that voice.
Why does it do something to me?
I’m used to hearing all kinds of men speak. After all, it’s what I do for my other job.
But his voice…
“We asked for you. Serve us!” He strides off, looking back over his shoulder before he gets back to his table. The tables have some privacy, but not a lot. They have a full view of the dance floor and small separators in the middle, with steps that lead to where they are seated. His table is about three away from my main table, and from a side view, I guess he could see me from where I was.
Managing to paste a pleasant expression on my face, I make my way to his table. Louise is already standing there, trying to pour them drinks, but none of them are paying her any attention. I grab the bottle from her, and she blows out a relieved breath, then leans up and kisses me on the cheek before she turns and runs off.
Yes, she fucking runs.
“Are you fucking her?” the man with green eyes asks when I turn to face him. Standing directly in front of him, I see he still doesn’t have a glass, so I pick one up and hold it out to him.
“Take it.” He does as I say, and I pour him a shot over the ice. He watches me, not moving the glass and not saying another word, as he waits for me to reply to his fucking question.
I’m not sure I should.
He’s a customer, and I lie to them to get them to tip me well.
Now, some customers would be turned on by the fact I could be sleeping with a woman. This one, though, scans me as if he wants the truth, and he seems to be someone who always gets the truth no matter the cost.
“Will that be all?” I ask him, not answering his question but standing as close as possible, bent over with my tits in his face. And I have some great tits. But not once do his eyes stray from my face.
“Are. You. Fucking. Her?” he asks again.
I straighten and stare down at him. “The possibility is there,” I add with a wink before turning to the other men, who are all watching on intently. I glance at their drinks, note they are still full, and then I spin on my heel to leave to check in on my other customers.
“Are you lying?” he asks.
I stop stock still on the stairs and glance back over my shoulder at him.
“You don’t tip well enough to get an answer.” I walk off, feeling like pressure lifts of my chest.
That was intense. I keep thinking it but it’s true.
He is intense.
Entering the back room, I go straight to my locker and lean against it.
It’s been a few hours, and I’m ready to go home. Reaching into my bra and clasping it, I pull out my tips and count the bills.
Fuck.
Only that one-hundred-dollar tip tonight.
Usually, by this time, I’d have an easy five hundred.
Louise owes me fucking big time.
“You can have my tips.” I gaze up to see her stride in. She holds out her money, and I shake my head.
Louise only has this one job.
And she needs the money.
“It’s fine. I’m fine. Keep your tips. But that’s the last time I do you a favor with tables,” I warn her.
She nods and bites her lip. “I’m sorry, okay?”
“It’s just money. I’ll make more later.”
“I still feel bad.”
I put my hundred dollars into my locker and wave her off. “Come on. Table one is getting gropey. Hopefully, I can get another hundred dollars from him.” I wink and march back out.
“Let me take it, and whatever tip he gives, I’ll give it to you.” I nod as she saunters past me and straight to my booth. I watch as Mr. Handsy grabs her ass and tips her a hundred-dollar bill before he whispers in her ear. She shakes her head, but he keeps on trying to grope her, and I can tell now she’s uncomfortable as she attempts to pull away. He doesn’t even care.