Chapter Six
All the pooltables were filled, and Brandy and Jaime were rushing around filling orders as Muerto made the drinks as fast as he could. Of course Zach was a no-show. This was the third time that week. He’d called an hour after he was supposed to be at the hall with some inane excuse that Muerto couldn’t even remember.The dude’s history. I’m gonna get another bartender. This is bullshit.He’d started off working out great, but his work ethic was disintegrating.
“You doing okay?” Brandy asked after she yelled out her order.
“Yeah. Zach’s ass is history though. I contacted one of my buddies to help out. How’re you holding up?”
“Okay. I didn’t think we’d be this crowded on a weeknight. I’m not complaining though. I like the tips, but I woulda worn shorter heels if I’d known I’d be on my feet all night. You got my order, cutie?”
He chuckled and placed the drinks on her tray. She smiled seductively at him and hoisted the tray up as she headed over to the tables.She does have a fine ass. Maybe Crow’s got a point. I bet she would be a lot of fun in the sack.
“Did you finish making my order?” Jaime asked as she came up to the bar.
“Ready in a sec.” As he prepared the drinks, he looked her over. “You look nice tonight,” he said as he admired her low-cut top.
She blushed a deep red. “Thanks. Brandy told me to wear something more provocative so I could get bigger tips. She always beats me hands-down on the amount of tips we get when we work a shift together. I have to admit her advice is working.” She bit her lower lip.
“I can see why. Hell, if you were my waitress, I’d give you a big tip if I saw you in that top.” He winked at her as he put the last drink on her tray.
“Thank you,” she said demurely, her cheeks red as beets.
He chuckled as she scampered away.
A bit earlier, he’d texted Skull to see if he could help him out at the bar, and a wide smile spread across his face when he saw his brother walk in. With a pierced lip, eyebrows, ears, and a ton of tattoos depicting all sorts of mayhem, Skull scared the shit out of most citizens. Add the messy blond hair, his six-foot-two height, and a bulk of muscle, and people literally moved out of the way when the twenty-eight-year-old outlaw entered a room. That night was no different, as several men shooting pool stopped and moved slightly to the right when Skull walked toward the bar.
“Glad you could help me out, brother. We’re fuckin’ slammed tonight.” Muerto moved down to the other end of the bar, giving Skull his place at the end nearest the entrance.
“No problem. Any worthwhile chicks here tonight?” He bent down and pulled out a couple of whiskey and bourbon bottles.
“A few. Dudes mostly hang in here.”
“Damn, she’s a beauty. I’d love to get lost between those tits.” Skull stopped what he was doing and stared straight ahead.
Muerto followed his line of vision and spotted Brandy leaning down real low to place a few drinks on a table where three men sat. “She’s off-limits. Works for the club.”
“Fuck. Let me know if she ever quits.” He resumed what he was doing.
“Hiya, Muerto.”
He swiveled around and saw Deanna settling on a barstool. She was wearing patterned stockings, a tight, short black skirt, and a low-cut animal print top. In his opinion, her makeup was a bit overdone, but she had a nice figure that he was sure most men would find attractive. “Hey. We’re really busy tonight. I’ll look over those papers in a bit. I gotta catch up. What do you want to drink?”
“A glass of chardonnay would be lovely. Take your time. I’m not in a hurry.”
He poured her a glass and went back to filling the orders that kept coming in. As he worked, he felt Deanna’s eyes on him. Thankful Skull was there to help, he finished an order and walked back to Deanna. “So let me see the lease. Did you do the background check on the tenant?”
“Tenants—they’re a couple—and I did a background on them.” She pulled out a manila folder from her large black bag, took out the lease, and handed it to him. “Here you go. It’s the standard residential lease.”
He reviewed it. “We need to revamp the leases. Add a couple of clauses about no pets and no painting the walls without my permission. The rest of it looks good. Once you do that, I’ll sign it.” He handed it back to her. “Want another glass of wine?”
She nodded and grasped his hand. “Yes. Thank you.”
Slipping his hand from under hers, he tilted his chin, and then he sensedher. Amid all the noise, the crush of people, the clack of balls, he heard her throaty laugh. He turned and there she was, her long hair touching her ass, which was more delectable in dark-wash skinny jeans. Her red fitted top skimmed her body and her four-inch black pumps made her legs look impossibly long. The crystal in her nose ring caught the light and sparkled, drawing his eye.She looks fuckin’ fabulous. And she knows it.
Looking at her as she walked by, her hips swaying, her hand tossing her hair over her shoulder, he whistled softly under his breath. When she went to one of the pool tables without even shooting him a sidelong glance, he knew she was purposely dissing him. Instead of pissing him off, excitement punched his gut.You wanna play a game, sweetheart? You’re fuckin’ on.Muerto was usually the one who ignored the chicks, acting like they didn’t exist. It surprised and challenged him that his sexy tenant wasn’t drooling over him.At least not yet.
“I do miss you. Why don’t you want to go out with me anymore?” Deanna whined.
For the last few minutes, he’d completely forgotten Deanna was there. He’d tuned her and everything else around him out, except for Raven, the vixen who knew how to make his cock jump and his body tense in excited anticipation of wickedly nasty things to come. Deanna’s complaining was like splinters in his ears.
