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His shoulders loosen, and with each minute that passes, the more he eases. “You’re in better hands with Maliki anyway.”
“Me and Maliki … we’re not—”
He cracks a smile. “Not yet.”
I shove his chest. “Hey, I’m still married—only a few days separated.”
“I’m not saying marry the dude. He’s an awesome guy, a good friend to you, and from what I’ve heard, he’s a wonderful fucking boss.” He whistles and jerks his head toward the door. “Now, come on. Let’s see how well you serve a beer.”
I glance back at him. “With extra spit.”
* * *
“Ki, I’m out of here!”Tamara calls out while scooping up her tips and shoving them into her purse. “What time do you want me to come over tomorrow?”
I drop my towel on the bar, and my blood turns colder than the beers chilling in the cooler behind me.
Excuse me?
Tamara is one of the gorgeous waitresses. Her boobs are bigger than mine, her curves are sexier, and I don’t know anything about her. She’s an outsider who lives in the next town over. She also has taken up flirting with Maliki as a second job.
My attention shoots to Maliki, who’s on his side of the bar, ridding it of empty glasses and baskets of bar food.
He takes off his hat and scratches his head. “Tomorrow doesn’t work. Let’s try again later this week.”
She nods, smiling brightly at him. “Just text me.”
She uses three fingers to wave good-bye to me, and I turn the dirty look I’m giving her into a fake smile while doing the same wave. She doesn’t deserve my animosity, but I can’t stand watching her flirt with him.
Maliki walks her out and locks the bar when he comes back in. That’s one thing I respect about him. He walks his female employees to their cars at night. He cares about the people who work for him.
“Why are you shooting murderous glares at my waitress?” he asks.
I pull in a breath and set my attention on cleaning the bar. “Do I need to find somewhere to golater this weekwhen she comes over?”
“She cleans the apartment.”
“Oh.” The annoyed expression remains on my face. His answer still hasn’t put me at ease.
“Why do you still look pissed, even after I explained that?”
“Does she do more thanclean your apartment? Is there a particular time I should steer clear of the apartment, so you and her can have privacyto clean?”
“All she does isclean,so there’s no need for privacy. Is there a reason we’re having this conversation?”
I shrug. “Just in case we have people over to—”
“Ahh,” he cuts in. “In case I have someone over to fuck.” He leans back against a pub table, crosses his arms, and releases a laughter filled with edge. “Are you going to have guys over to fuck? Do we need to set up schedules?”
“What? No.” I stare at him, baffled.
“Then, why is this coming up?”
“I’mnot planning on sleeping with anyone in your apartment.”
“Appreciate that.”
“I don’t want to be a buzzkill for you and … your women.”
