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My lips twitch at the sight of her, but I mask it immediately and clear my throat. “You need a job?”
She groans. “Apparently. Is this going to be weird?”
And here I thought I’d be able to get through the day without our night being brought up. I’m not sure how to answer that question though because I don’t know. Something tells me that our night together is going to change everything – whether it’s a good or bad thing, I haven’t figured it out yet.
Chapter Three
Casey
IfixtheuniformEmmett supplied me with one more time before rushing through the front entrance of Firefly Casino. I’m stunned when I catch sight of him leaning against the far wall, looking every bit as delicious as he always does in a three-piece suit. He pushes away from it as soon as his gaze lands on me and ushers me through the casino floor without looking back.
At least I’m fast on my feet, or else I’d be falling behind his long strides.
This is weird, that much I know. Having to be around him right now, knowing everything we did together. He assured me that things wouldn’t be awkward if I got a job here, but I’m starting to think it won’t be that easy.
For example, right now he’s trying as hard as he possibly can to make sure he’s not standing close to me. Pretty obvious if you ask me, but he could also be trying to get this supervising thing out of the way because he has better things to do than babysit me.
I still can’t believe Dominic came here and asked him to hire me, as if he didn’t think I could get a job on my own.
“Okay,” Emmett says, waving a hand in front of the bar. “You’re in charge of making sure the guests’ drinks are refilled. Think you can handle that without screwing up?” There’s a bite to his voice I don’t appreciate, but I’m assuming now would be a bad time to call him out on it.
Looks like he’s going to revert back to his old ways – yay me.
“I think I can handle that.” I plaster the best smile on my face I can manage and glance around the crowded room. It’s barely two in the afternoon, do these people have nothing better to do? “Where should I start?”
He sighs. “Walk around. If you see someone without a drink ask if they want one and provide them with a menu of options.”
“Don’t most people just walk up to the bar and get the drinks themselves?”
“Did you research anything about my casino before you came here?”
Clearly not if his irritation is any indication. I shake my head and sigh. “No, Emmett, this isn’t exactly how I planned on spending the days after catching Michael cheating on me. Sorry to disappoint.”
His eyes narrow and he walks toward me, gaze darkening. “I’m your boss when you’re in this building, is that understood?”
I nod frantically. “Y-yes.”
“Good,” he says before bouncing away from me quickly. “My casino is one of the only ones in the area that does a walk around. It’s what sets us apart from competitors.” When I don’t say anything he points to a couple sitting at a machine. “Most people come here to gamble their life away and would prefer not to leave the comfort of whatever station they’ve landed at, which is where you come in.”
It makes sense, especially if one of the machines is doing really good. I’d hate to be winning money left and right, only to get up for a drink and come back to find someone else in my spot. He leads me through the crowd, smiling at guests as he does, and I wish he’d smile at me. I know I told him this was something I could handle, but I’m starting to doubt myself as we get through the first round.
When we make it to the bar, orders written on the notepad in my hand, Emmett takes the paper from me and hands it over to the bartender. He turns until his backside is leaning against the bartop and nods his head towards the bar behind him. “You will never have to make the drinks. You just walk around, get the orders, hand them to the bartender, wait, and go give them to everyone.”
“How do I know where someone is?”
He reaches around the bar and pulls out a large sheet of paper, which highlights all the areas of the casino, and points to each one. There’s different numbers scattered throughout, making it a little confusing, and I study as long as I can while he tells me what I need to know.
“So, these numbers will be your guide.” He points to an open section of the map and says, “This is where you are standing right now and the corresponding floor numbers. You’ll have to remember which machine a guest is at, but that’s it. Everything else is right here.”
I nod in understanding, sweat appearing down my back and making the new shirt stick to my skin. “Seems easy enough.” The bartender slides a tray of drinks over to us and I smile politely before picking it up. “Where are these ones going?”
He glances at the map and hums. “We’re going to eighteen, twenty, and two.”
I follow the map wherever he puts his finger, trying to keep all the information locked inside, and take a deep breath. “Are you going to tag along with me on this?”
“I’ve got a lot of work to worry about, but if you need anything all my bartenders have been part of the company for a while now. Which means they can help you with anything you need.” He glances over my shoulder and nods. “I’ll let you get started and have the bartender call if you need help.”
My phone rings from my pocket and I pull it out, groaning at Michael’s name on the screen. Ever since I ran away from what was supposed to make my dream come true, Michael has been insistent on making sure I answer his calls by calling me incessantly.
