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I knew because I watched her regularly instead of sitting behind my desk doing actual fucking work.
It was time she understood the nature of her job and the reason we only hired attractive employees to wait on our customers.
The following night, I waited until she was halfway through her shift before I decided to pull her to the side.
“I need to speak with you,” I said, walking away without another word, knowing she would follow me.
I stopped at the entrance to the bar with my back facing the lobby.
She wouldn’t look at me. Her eyes were everywhere but my face, and I hated that she was embarrassed by her reaction to me the night before.
She was so natural at the moment.
Wanting me as badly as I wanted her.
Needing me.
Embarrassment was the last thing she should have felt, but I would not bring that moment up again. It didn’t matter if I thought about it. I would never talk about it.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, her eyes skimming the lobby behind me.
I wanted to reach up, pinch her chin, and force her to look at me, but I couldn’t do that in a room full of people who worked for me.
“You need to do more.”
Her brows dipped in confusion, and her eyes skimmed my face, giving me a rush.
“I don’t understand. Am I doing something wrong?”
“It’s the way you treat the customers.”
“What do you mean? I treat them all very well.”
“The men. They come here to drink, gamble, and flirt with the pretty girls. I suggest you flirt back with them. Keep them coming back for more.”
What was I thinking?
Why was I asking her to do this?
I had never asked any of the other girls to flirt with the men in my establishment.
What kind of business was I running?
“But …”
“No buts. You want to keep this job, then you do it.”
Finally, her eyes landed on my face and remained. Fire blazed behind her bright blue eyes, rimming them with just a hint of red.
She wanted to fight me on it, and fuck if I didn’t hope she would. I wanted her hot and angry. I wanted her ready to scratch me and bite.
I wanted too many fucking things.
Instead, she looked ready to toss in the towel, and I began to celebrate prematurely, but she shocked me when she shook her head, rolled her eyes, and said, “Fine.”
Then she did something else I wasn’t used to.
She turned and walked away from me before I was finished speaking to her.
