Page 37 of Cozen

She didn’t even have to think about it.

Sargon gave her one last piercing look, and then immediately spun on his heel, and left her presence. She was stuck staring at the way his back looked in tight silk, and how his muscles moved beneath the fabric before he disappeared entirely down the hall.

Instantly, she let out a breath.

Cozen turned to find Marissa was standing behind the bar again.

“Good day?” Marissa asked, her tone suggesting something else.

“Something like that,” Cozen agreed.

It wasn’t five minutes after Jett and his men had left the restaurant that Chase came to find Cozen. The wide smile on his face told her something good had happened, but she didn’t know what exactly that was.

“Take the rest of the day off,” he told her.

She was only half way through cleaning up the private dining area. “Pardon?”

Chase leaned over the table, and waved the bill from Jett’s dinner at her. “I said, take the rest of the day off. You deserve it, because you girl, are a fucking payday.”

Cozen blinked, unsure. “I don’t—”

He slammed the tab down on the table, and tapped his finger against the note at the bottom. Written in bold handwriting, the words made Cozen’s eyes widen.

A tip, Chase, and do make sure she gets it. Every single penny.

The added tip was three thousand dollars.

Chase pointed a finger at Cozen. “Also, he stays a half hour—at most—every day when he eats here. Do you know how long he stayed today?”

“No.”

She had been too busy trying to ignore the sexy man sitting across from Jett while at the same time, catching Jett’s eye.

Apparently, she had done both of those things, plus more.

What a fucking talent.

“He stayed for an hour and a half,” Chase said, nodding. “Fucking unheard of for that man, Cozen. He is too strict with his schedule, and he never stays in one place for long because business always comes first for Jett Griffin.”

“Okay.”

What else did he want her to say?

“You get the rest of the day off. He’ll be here tomorrow, too. I want you to do whatever you have to do tonight to be on your best game for tomorrow.”

“All right,” Cozen replied.

Chase had no idea. At least, not about how right he was. And this game was far from over.

Cozen moved from the small bathroom to her bedroom. With her hair still rolled up in curlers, she once more tried to decide between one dress, or an entirely different one. The red number was a bit sexier, and slightly shorter. The purple item was still tight, but with less of a plunge in the neckline, and fell to her knees.

Choosing an outfit wasn’t typically such a struggle for Cozen, but tonight was not quite the same. She needed to pick the right dress. One that reminded whoever needed a reminder that she was very much a woman, but not every other woman, too.

And certainly not an easy woman.

Only a few days after stepping into Jett Griffin’s path, and things were starting to come together. Tonight was just one more step forward for her plans. Another way to try and get even closer to the older gentleman, and inside his very private life.

Jett made no secret earlier that week when he came to the restaurant, and called Chase in at the same time Cozen was delivering the man’s food. He wanted Cozen to have that Saturday off—demanded Chase give it to her, actually.