Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Turk made puking noises. It was then that Alex noticed Corvin. His eyes widened, and he shot me a mild glare. I tipped my head Turk’s way, hoping Alex understood he was the jackass who invited Corvin. Not me.
“Oh, hey, Corvin. How’s it going?”
“I’m well, Alex. Thanks.”
“Good to see you. First time here?”
So polite. So formal. So fake. Poor Alex probably wanted to flip Corvin off and tell him to get the hell out, but he was too professional to act that way.
Corvin swallowed. “Yes, it is,” he answered. “Nice place.”
Turk raised an eyebrow.
I flipped him off as discreetly as possible.
Yes, Turk, we all noticed how he didn’t say it was nice to see Alex too. This is your damn fault.
If Alex noticed the slight snub, he didn’t engage. Years of practice serving drinks to rich, drunk guys gave Alex excellent customer service skills, even if his natural personality was a smidge on the grumpy side.
Okay, super grumpy.
“What are we drinking tonight, boys?” Alex asked. God, he looked so good in that barely-there uniform. I wanted to lick every inch of exposed skin, but Parker would never let me back in the door.
“Tequila!” Turk shouted. “Reposado, my friend.”
Alex raised an eyebrow. “For all of you?”
“Sure, why not?” I winked, and Alex chuckled.
“So it’s gonna be one of those kinds of nights, huh? Tequila good for you to start, too, Corvin?”
“Yes, that’s fine.” Well, if we’re going to loosen up the tightly wound member of our group, tequila would be it.
“Two shots each to start,” Turk demanded.
“Oookay. I will be right back with your blackout juice.” We all laughed, Corvin included, as Alex turned and strode toward the bar. I, of course, stared at his ass the entire way. When he disappeared from view, I turned back to my partners in crime for the evening.
“Get it out of your system?” Turk asked with a raised eyebrow.
I could only assume he meant mauling Alex.
I barked a laugh. “I’m just getting warmed up.”
CHAPTER NINE
ALEX
It didn’t matter how high Parker cranked up the air conditioning, cramming hundreds of sweaty men in a club on a sweltering summer night resulted in hot-as-fuck staff. And not the hotness he wanted us to exude. Sweat poured from my hair down the sides of my face and over my torso. I grabbed a towel from behind the bar to mop myself off.
“You put that nasty thing back on my bar, and I’ll rip your balls off,” Dom, one of the bartenders, grumbled. “We’ll see how Ryder likes you when you’re nutless.”
I snickered as I lifted my hands in surrender. “I wouldn’t dream of contaminating your laboratory with my sweat. This towel will go straight to the laundry bin. Cross my heart.”
Dom grunted. “Ryder looks good. Ran into him getting coffee recently, and he looked like toasted shit. I worried for a minute that you two broke up or something, but seeing him tonight…” He waggled his eyebrows. “The dude can’t keep his eyes or hands off you.”
My face heated. He wasn’t wrong. When not staring at me, Ryder had followed me around half the night, trying to get his hands on me. Not that I was complaining, but I did have a job to do. “Yeah. He’s in a good mood tonight.”
“Sure, seems to be. You waiting on something?”
I nodded. “Marty is making me a round of Liquid Golds for my other table. Not gonna lie, I’m hoping he takes his sweet time. They are a serious bunch of assholes.”
Dom’s smile turned evil. “Don’t insult assholes that way. We all love a good asshole around here. They are straight-up shit stains. Fucking telling me I don’t know how to make a martini.” He grunted. “Next time one of them sends a drink back, I’m gonna go over there myself and shove it up his ass.”
Ryder’s table was a dream. Only three guys, all of whom I knew, and one of them was my boyfriend? Sign me up a hundred times over, but my other table was a group of frat brothers who demanded, bitched, and hit on every guy in the place. Every drink I brought them had something wrong with it, which pissed Dom off to the max, hence why Marty got stuck making this round.
“Maybe don’t threaten them with a good time, yeah?” I said, making Dom laugh, which was better than his murderous glare.
“Take your sweaty rag and get the hell out from behind my bar,” he said, snapping his own towel in my direction. After years of working behind the bar, he could crack that thing with the force of a whip. We’d all ended up with a welt or two on our asses for lingering too long in Dom’s territory.
Chuckling, I jumped back to avoid the sting. “Going, going. I’ll toss this in the bin then come back to grab my drinks.”