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Today was her last shift. She grimaced slightly at the prospect of having to notify her employer as such, but she was twenty-eight years old and waited long enough for an opportunity like this to come around. She wouldn’t let some lousy waitress job hold her back.
The apartment smelled of jasmine as she patted across her carpeted living room in her big furry bunny slippers. Reaching the CD player in the glass cabinet in the corner of the room, she pushed the play button then just as quickly groaned and pared down the volume as an orchestrated symphony bellowed from the speakers. She rubbed her temples. That was what she got for drinking the entire bottle. Not that she was complaining. She grinned simply remembering her reason for celebrating.
Now, just how long would it take to convince Tristan to let her perform on stage? A determined smile appeared on her face while Tchaikovsky continued to play on the portable. Tristan would be hers. She had no doubt. It was simply a matter of when.
She pulled her cellular out of her back pocket and dropped down on the elaborate sofa-cover concealing the used couch she picked up at a thrift shop. With her thumb, she clicked on her phone and skimmed through her list of contacts. She only had three quarters of an hour before she was expected in to work and had a lot of calls to make. There was no way she would have turned Tristan’s job offer down, but it did mean she had a lot of pleading and persuading to fill the remaining shifts in her old job.
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Her first two weeks at Tristan’s bar were busy to say the least. The establishment was a booming place. The lively atmosphere was magnetic and Sonya fit in well. Many of the clientele were the touchy kind, which surprised her at first, but she quickly learned to become immune, as they really meant no harm. It wasn’t uncommon that she or the other waitresses receive five to ten propositions a night. Majority were in fun, some more serious, but a key component to being a waitress at Tristan’s establishment meant no dating the customers. However, flirting was perfectly acceptable. In fact, a requirement.
She met Audrey Cleaveley on her first night. The petite blonde gave her a tour of the place and a one-hour orientation. They hit it off well from the start. Sonya liked her immediately and knew Maura would feel the same. The three girls met for coffee around noon on a daily basis from
that period forward.
Overall, Sonya was quite happy in her new job. There were only two wretched obstacles in her way. While she was at the bar, Tristan was forever locked away in his office. He kept very much to himself. This just wouldn’t do for her. She couldn’t very well flirt with the man if he wasn’t around. Not that she hadn’t tried in the few snippet opportunities she had.
His response was promising. Any time his eyes strayed in her direction, she was certain to thrust out her chest and arch her spine in what she felt was a very seductive pose. The smallest trace of pleasure would appear on his lips while his eyes very evidently bore through her tight blouses. She was getting to him. She was certain of it. All she needed now was much more of that attention and time.
The only other disturbing detail sitting heavily on her mind was performing. She desperately wanted to be up there on stage night after night. Her heart ached of jealousy as she watched and listened to the house band perform. They were good, she conceded, but she knew she could wow the crowd if only given the chance.
It was Friday night and the crowd was the usual patrons. They were a hard drinking group and she was kept on her feet all night long. By the time her shift ended at one o’clock, her legs were aching, her bottom was throbbing from all the pinching she received, and she thought she lost most of the hearing out of her left ear since she spent the majority of the night at table sixteen.
Table sixteen was situated right in front of the band’s woofer system. All six seats were occupied with a group of men out celebrating a friend’s bachelor party. To say the least the group was completely intoxicated by the end of the night and it was Sonya’s duty to ensure a taxi was called to pick them all up. She pitied the poor woman who would call that oaf a husband.
“Hey!” Sonya called out to the staff getting ready to close up. “Party at my place.”
As they all nodded their heads in consent and the announcement was spread throughout the remaining crew, Sonya turned to Audrey. “Go on ahead without me.”
The younger girl’s brows dipped. “What’s up?”
“Nothing.” Sonya acted nonchalant. “I’m just going to go and invite Tristan.”
“Oh.” The other girl’s smile dimmed.
Sonya headed toward the door behind the bar. He answered her knock after one tap. Sticking her head around the door she displayed her brightest smile. He sat at his desk doing the evening’s bookkeeping but his head came up upon her entrance. Lying down his pen he returned her smile.
“Come in Tonya.”
Her foot faltered as she took a step inside the room. “Sonya.”
He grimaced and made an apologetic face. “Right, right. What can I do for you?” Leaning back in his chair, his eyes automatically dropped to her blouse.
Sonya straightened the hem of the shirt to emphasize the breasts under them. “I just popped in to say goodnight and to invite you back to my place.”
His brow arched. “Oh really?”
“Uh-huh.” She gave him a sexy grin. “Actually, I’m inviting everyone.”
The brow lifted with even more interest. “How kinky.”
She chuckled softly. “Mmm, well yes, I thought it would be fun.”
He grinned then sat up straight in his chair. “I’ve got a lot of work here, but I’ll see what I can do.”
“Great.” She feasted on his ample good looks before turning to go.
“Bye the way.” He stopped her. “Nice shirt.”
