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“Have you texted him again?”
“No.” She shook her head.
I believed her.
And honestly, I wasn’t surprised by what she had done. Iris was the girl who would tell a random person if they had something between their teeth, or if their shorts were stuck in their panties, or if they were being cheated on. It was a great quality in a best friend, most of the time.
Maybe not this time, though.
“I hate you right now,” I warned her.
“As you should. Good luck.”
I sighed, and she told the man holding her that he could take her back to her table.
Walking over to the owner, I gave him a quick warning. “Hey, I just found out that Axel is heading this way. Do you want me to meet him outside or something? I’m not sure how he’s going to react to all this.” I gestured to myself and the bar.
The owner grinned wickedly. “Drinks and a show? You’re the best employee I’ve ever had.”
I couldn’t help but mirror his grin. “Thanks, I think.”
“Don’t meet him outside. The whole town will be talking about my bar after tonight.”
Nodding, I accepted both of the drinks he handed me, setting the liquid on fire in one after another.
I tried not to think about the impending confrontation, focusing on taking the drinks as the owner handed them to me. He waved me away when I tried to start mixing again; I was too nervous to pay the attention that would require. And the drinkers had slowed down, anyway.
“Here.” The owner handed me a glass of what was either water or clear alcohol. “Splash some of this on yourself and fluff your hair. You want to look like sex.”
I lifted an eyebrow at him, but accepted the glass.
He shrugged shamelessly. “Not hitting on you. I’ve been in a platonic mating myself for nearly three decades. It’s hell. I like you enough not to want that for you.”
Damn.
Honestly, thatdidmake me want to really piss Axel off. The bastard hadn’t even put up a fight when I told him to walk away from me; he didn’t deserve me.
But I still didn’t want to spend my life alone.
I dipped my fingers in the liquid—it was alcohol— and flicked some of it over my neck and tank top. The thing was already white, and cropped just above my belly button. Since I’d paired it with ripped jean shorts, there was a hell of a lot of skin on show.
He took the glass back, and I flipped my head upside down, shaking my hair out and hopefully fluffing it up.
When I straightened, my boss gave me a grin of approval and resumed making drinks. I washed my hands quickly, then returned to work.
A few more tense minutes passed.
I chatted with customers as I handed them their glasses, or accepted them back.
This job made me feel so much more alive than I had in a long time, if ever.
Finally, there was a commotion by the entrance.
Murmurs went through the crowd, and people stumbled out of the way. My boss put a drink shaker in my hands, and I turned away for the most part, so I could only see the entrance from the corner of my eye.
A massive, golden god of a man stormed up to the bar.
I acted like I hadn’t noticed him coming in, grabbing a glass to pour the drink into.
