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“You know what?” I say, standing up quickly. “Why don’t I come help you look?”
Cal’s eyes narrow at me, so I make sure to grin big as I walk on by.
“You know, you really don’t have to do this—” Myles sputters, taking a step into the hallway.
I can tell by the tone of her voice, she’s well aware that she’s the reason there are no stir sticks. It doesn’t stop me from following her to the bar anyway.
“Hey, Saint,” Rebecca says, entering the club with her coat dangling over her right arm. She bats her eyes like she’s one of the twitter-pated cartoon animals from Bambi.
She’s dressed in skin-tight black pants and a low-cut black top that leaves nothing to the imagination. Her dirty blond hair is up in a long pony which makes her neck look far too long.
There was a time when seeing her dressed like that would have made my pulse race and my dick hard. But now, I just want to get far, far away from her.
On the upside, she should rake in drink orders dressed like that.
I shoot her a pained smile and continue following after Myles.
“She’s not real quick on the uptake, is she?” Myles whispers, leaning in close so only I can hear her.
I shake my head. “You havenoidea.”
In fact, I’m pretty sure Rebecca is the reason blond women are stereotyped. It took me nearly three weeks of dating her to realize it, though. Once the magical spell of her perky tits wore off, there really wasn’t much left that I could connect with.
Myles laughs. “Still don’t know what you saw in her. She’s just so …perky,” she says, plucking the word right out of my previous thought.
“I am gonna laugh like hell if you end up with a blond bitch.” I chuckle, nudging her on the shoulder.
“Not in a million years. My girl is gonna be dark, broody, and fuckin’ hot in bed,” Myles counters, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
“Glad you’re keeping an open mind, then.” I snicker.
“So, what were you and Cal talking about that had you running to my bar. You know the stir sticks aren’t fuckin’ here,” Myles says, grabbing a bar rag and tossing it over her shoulder.
I glance over mine to make sure no one has managed to sneak up. “Yeah, I know. And it was nothing. Cal just likes pushing my buttons.”
“Uh, huh.” She crosses her arms over her torso and leans against the back counter.
“Swear down,” I say, holding up my hands. “I was more worried about the email I got from the boss.”
“Shit, what now?” She makes a face.
“Noah wants us to put on this fancy dinner event for Nocté’sUpper Tier.” I run my hands through my hair.
Myles looks confused. “I don’t get it. That’s not so bad.”
I pin her with a knowing stare.
“Oh,” she breathes. “Oh.You meant theotherclub.”
“Yeah,” I spit out. “And if it goes well, he wants us to continue them. But if word gets out—”
“It will mess with theclub,” Myles finishes.
I nod. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
“Well, shit. You need to hire someone with finesse for this sort of thing,” she replies. “Know any event coordinators?”
“Oh, yeah, for sure. I hang out with that crowd on the weekend,” I huff, rolling my eyes.
