Page 6 of The Club Betrayal


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“Come on. Watch what I do and store it in your memory. I don’t want to keep having to show you.”

Throwing me an apron, he grabs a pencil and a notepad. Following behind him like a freaking puppy, I find Tal sitting with the group, smiling at me.

The alcohol definitely dulled his appearance to me last night. I remembered he was hot, but I failed to recollect how blue his eyes are, and the way they shine when he smiles.

Focusing on Hank as he takes everyone’s orders, I ignore the urge to look at Tal, and exhale a shaky breath as I walk behind my new boss to the kitchen. Showing me where to peg the orders once taken, I watch everything he does with the coffee machine as he sets out to make the drinks.

When the cups are filled, I help Hank deliver them to the table. Setting Tal’s drink in front of him, I go to set down another when he grabs my wrist.

“Is there anything else I can get you?” I ask, remembering what Hank told had me.

“A date—tonight. I’ll pick you up.”

My cheeks flame with embarrassment when his friends start whooping and hollering.

Giving Tal a stern look, Hank growls, “Hey, leave my new waitress alone. I don’t want you scaring her off on her first day,” then turns his attention to me. Jerking his chin, I follow him back toward the kitchen.

“Just ignore them. Like I said, they’re only dangerous if you cross them, but they’re harmless otherwise.” Reaching under the counter, he passes me a cloth and a spray bottle. “I like to keep the diner extremely clean. When you’re not dealing with customers, you clean. You can start today by wiping down the counter, then everything behind it.”

Swinging the door open to the kitchen to sort out the meals, I tune out the bikers and get to work, realising the place is already near spotless. It’s cleaner than home, and that’s saying something, considering Mom cleans like it’s an Olympic sport.

Grabbing the broom, I begin sweeping when a shadow falls over the counter. Looking up, I see Tal leaning on the counter with a cocky grin.

“You never gave me an answer.”

I lean the broom against the wall.

“I didn’t think you were being serious.”

“You better believe it. So, what do you say?”

A date? The last date I was on still gives me nightmares. I wasn’t exactly nervous, as I liked the guy, but the whole night was awkward as hell, and I avoided him around school after that.

“I don’t date.”

“Why?”

“They’re awkward and humiliating.”

Why did I just blurt that out? I guess it just proves my point.

I wait for him to laugh at me, but he simply says, “That’s a shame.”

Turning his back to me, he takes three steps before I call out, “We could hang out like last night, minus the amount of alcohol?”

His smile returns. “Yeah, I can deal with that.”

“I don’t know what time I’ll finish here, but I’ll come by the club around eight.”

“See you then.”

The day may have started shitty, but it seems as though it’s not going to end that way.

Chapter Three

Tal

“Who the fuck dates anymore?” JJ mocks me as soon as I cut my ride.

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