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Damn.
Lenny had given me up.
“It was nothing,” I blew it off.
“It didn’t sound like nothin’, it sounded like fuckin’ somethin’. You’re escorted to and from the building from now on,” Smithie announced.
I opened my mouth to argue but he lifted his hand. Everyone knew you shut up when Smithie lifted his hand.
“Okay,” I gave in.
“I take it since you sashayed in with JoJo that your car still ain’t workin’,” he said.
“Right,” I told him.
He put my purse and cardigan behind the bar. “Then one of the bouncers picks you up and takes you home. You don’t arrange it, I will.”
I nodded, because he wasn’t exactly opening it up for discussion.
“Good,” he said. “Get to work.”
I got to work and knew right away it wasn’t going to be a good night. My station included three tables at the front by the stage. Two hours in, those tables were taken up by a bachelor’s party.
Who on earth would have a bachelor’s party on a Tuesday, I did not know, but there they were. They were getting drunk quickly and I knew by the way they were behaving (giving me winks, calling me “babe,” elbowing each other and giggling every time I was near) that they were going to be trouble.
In fact, for a Tuesday, it was a busy night. All the tables were full. There were some men standing around and the bar was two deep.
It was just after midnight. My section had gone from drunk and stupid to drunk and getting rowdy and I was at the waitress station at the bar.
The waitress station was separated from the rest of the bar by two big, brass rails that went up the front of the bar, ran high and curled around the back. I was waiting for an order to be filled and deciding that even though they were my sexiest slut shoes, I hated them with all my heart because my feet were killing me. I was dog tired and looking forward to my three hours of sleep, when Tanya, another waitress, slid in beside me.
Now, Tanya wanted to be at a pole. She looked great—lots of dark hair, a fake DD cup and long legs. She tried the stage once but she was a terrible dancer. Not only two left feet, but also no rhythm, and when she tried to dance sexy, well, there’s no way to describe it, it was just plain wrong. It was hard to watch her up there, it was so bad. Smithie took her off the stage and gave her a uniform. It broke her heart. She was now taking salsa lessons in hopes of another go.
“I’m in love,” she told me.
“Really? That’s great,” I replied.
She laughed. “You idiot. Not really. More like in lust. Got a guy at my station the likes you don’t see in here very often.”
I looked over my shoulder to her station, but there were people standing around and I couldn’t see any of her tables. “Who is he?”
Someone shifted and I froze when I saw Eddie sitting alone at a table, his legs stretched in front of him, crossed at the ankles. His arms were crossed on his chest. He had a beer bottle on the table in front of him, his face was blank and his eyes were on the stage.
And he was watching the stage like I would guess he’d watch a sitcom, as if it was all the same to him.
“Holy shit!” I exclaimed, turning away.
“I know!” Tanya cried. “Isn’t he hot?”
No.
No, no, no, no.
This was not happening.
“Jet, are you okay?” Tanya asked.
What was I going to do?
