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My brothers watch me as if they’re trying to read my mind, which is not what I want them to do. They’d be shocked at the dirty images I’m having about the bartender right now. I know they’re worried about leaving me alone. They think since I don’t have a woman in my life I’m empty and lonely. Clara and Emma have both tried to set me up with all of their friends. I’ve never taken the bait on any of those ‘said friends’ being dangled in front of me.
If they understood the amount of work I’ve put into the club maybe they’d understand why I want one more drink before going home. And it has nothing to do with the fact that my house is now empty.
“Are you sure?” Ben asks, already helping Clara stand from her seat.
“Do you want me to go over the numbers with you?” Clara asks as her tired eyes hold mine.
I’m so glad we hired Clara to help with the club. She’s a genius when it comes to numbers. She’s been a lifesaver. And I’d have a really hard time choosing between her and Ben if they ever broke up.
“No, you’ve done enough. Seriously. Take my brother home. I’ll see all of you tomorrow. It’s our big day. Now, go home and get some sleep.”
I hug everyone, and settle down on my stool, wondering what I can do to get those sexy green eyes back on me.
“Don’t touch me,” the bartender, I’m kind of obsessing over, yells just as a glass shatters on the ground.
I’m off my stool and heading toward her before I know what I’m doing. “Get your hands off her,” I growl at the drunk asshole that has a hold of her wrist.
“What the hell is going on here?” A man in a white polo with the name of the bar embroidered on it comes out from behind a door.
“This bitch wouldn’t serve me, Sam.” The drunk takes his hand off the bartender and adopts an innocent look on his reddened face.
“Sorry about that, Gene,” Sam says, filling an empty glass up and sitting it in front of the asshole.
“He should be cut off,” the sexy bartender says without lowering her voice.
“I told you not to cut off my friends. You have one more chance, or you’re out of here.” Sam turns around and slams the door as the drunken asshole smirks at her.
“You need a new job,” I say to her for some reason. I almost feel protective over her. My fist is still clenched and ready to smash into that drunken asshole’s face.
“I have one starting tomorrow. I was hoping to keep them both, but hopefully the other job will have enough hours that I can quit here.”
“When are you off?”
Her eyebrow perks up again. I hold my breath ready for whatever insult she’s about to sling at me. I’m expecting the worst. It’s funny because as a Trifecta, I never get turned down. Kind of forget what it’s like.
She surprises me with a smile. “Actually, I got off thirty minutes ago. I was going to see if I could get some extra hours in, but I think I’m done.” She drops the bar towel in her hand and nods to the other bartender. “Just let me get my stuff.” Her voice is lower than when I first heard it making my dick jump in my pants. I’m stunned at the effects just her voice has on me. I fully intend to find out what other effects she’ll have on my body.
I down the rest of my drink leaving it on the worn bar top, waiting for her to come back out of the door she disappeared through.
The door opens, and she smiles which heats up every cell in my body. She pulls me out of the bar as if the hounds of hell are hot on her heels.
“In a hurry?” I smile.
She blinks back at me. “I just had a really bad night.”
My heart goes out to this woman, and the need to fix her night overcomes me. “Come here.”
She follows my cues, and steps right in front of me. “Are you going to make it all better?”
I bring my hand up to graze against her cheek. “Yes.”
Her eyes catch mine, and the soul of the moon reflects in her gorgeous greens. “Promise?”
I can’t breathe near her. “Fuck yeah, I will.” And then I lean in to kiss her. Like magic, my whole body comes alive. It’s like there’s this new energy force growing inside me, making me aware of every little movement she makes.
She leans back. “Do you have a car?”
Yes, a car. A car is exactly what we need. That’s a much better idea. I was kind of thinking about carrying her all the way back to my house. Yes, caveman style. Maybe I drank more than I thought, because I actually want to take her home right now.
