No doubt she just rolled her eyes or flipped me off, but I add two tablespoons of the vinegar and stir well before adding the flowers and arranging them until they look full.
“There, that will keep them fresher for longer.”
I hand her the vase. A spark shoots up my arm as her fingers brush against mine.
“Guess time will be the test.” She places it in the middle of her small table and steps back. “Beautiful,” she says.
Not as beautiful as she is, though.
“So, where did you want to go?”
Turning to face me, she smiles. “Club Accent.”
I laugh. “You want to go where you work?”
She shrugs. “Yep, absolutely. I not only get an employee discount, but it’s also walking distance, and I want to let Marco know the good news.”
“I think he has a thing for you.” And the thought doesn’t sit well with me at all.
“No, you’re more his type.”
Okay, that makes me feel somewhat better, not that I was jealous or anything. “I’m everyone’s type,” I reply, finishing my drink. “Come on. You’re slacking, let’s finish this, and I’ll show you all my moves.”
Vi throws her head back, laughing. “I hope you’re talking about on the dance floor and not how you lure in women.”
I pull a face. “Yes, my dance moves, and I don’t lure women. That sounds all kinds of wrong and a bit creepy.”
Finishing off her drink, she shudders, holding out the now empty glass.
“Okay, I take the last part back. Please, sir, can I have some more?”
Taking the glass, I turn my back, hoping my arousal from her calling me Sir isn’t evident. It’s becoming clear the more time I spend with her, the more I crave her company.
All I know is she hasn’t told me to piss off yet, it may have started out with us organising a baby shower together, but outside of that, we’ve become closer. Even if she tries to act indifferent, I can tell she likes me a little.
ChapterTwenty
VIOLET
Perks of working at a club and having a teddy bear for a boss—VIP treatment, baby. Marco gifted me a bottle of champagne on the house when I told him I got the part, he then gave me a bear hug, which made me feel tiny in comparison.
Anyone else would be pissed off knowing he’ll need to replace me, but not him, he’s genuinely happy for me. Don’t get me wrong, he treats all his staff well, but I’ve grown fond of him.
“Dance with me,” I say to Nathan, pulling his arm. Of course, he doesn’t budge; he might not fight professionally like his cousin, but he still works out. I mean solid muscle, built like a brick house; look at those thick thighs.
“What about my thighs?” he asks, pushing to his feet.
I turn my back on him, hoping he can’t see my embarrassment. How the fuck did I say that out loud and worse, loud enough for him to hear over the thumping music?
The VIP section has a smaller dance area, but it’s still pretty crowded. Thankfully, with Nathan being as big as he is, people part like the Red Sea, and I find us a space.
“Come on then, big guy, show me your moves,” I tease, going up on tiptoes to shout in his ear.
His fingers grip my waist and heat engulfs my body.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he spins me, pulling my back against his chest, his hands holding me in place as he starts to move to the beat.
Fuck, that's hot.
