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Dahlia jerked her head, staring up at Aaron. He spared her a quick glance and a tight smile but turned back to Sloane.
“Dahlia’s interview?” Sloane asked.
Aaron drew in a breath, darting his gaze between both women. “Trey said he’ll handle it himself.”
Sloane had the same reaction as Dahlia. Utter disbelief and shock.
“What?” Sloane asked.
Aaron shrugged, appearing a bit uncomfortable, which only intensified Dahlia’s anxiety.
“Does Trey handle hiring the staff?” Dahlia shifted her gaze between Sloane and Aaron.
There was a long stretch of silence. This was not good.
“Not usually,” Sloane said, continuing to stare back at Aaron. It was easy to see the connection between the two. They’d obviously worked together for a while and had a mutual respect. Maybe even a friendship.
“Is this the first time?”
Sloane glanced up and flattened her lips. That would be a yes. Shit! What was it with this man? Dahlia had made a point of being friendly to him and retained her smile even when it wasn’t reciprocated. She’d naturally assumed Trey’s standoffish nature had more to do with being at the MC clubhouse than her personally. But there were other indications he wasn’t very impressed with Dahlia. She’d gone out of her way to speak to him on one occasion and went down in flames under his hard, cold demeanor.
“Technically, yes, but…” Sloane stood, rushing around her desk, stopping in front of Dahlia’s chair, and bumping into her knees in the process. Sloane bent down, grabbed her leg, and squeezed. It was meant to be reassuring and put Dahlia at ease. “Maybe this is a new protocol they’re introducing. You don’t have anything to worry about.”
“Ah, shit,” Dahlia muttered.
Sloane waved her hand. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. You have a lot of experience. You’re beautiful, which shouldn’t matter, but unfortunately, it does here. They’d never admit it, but if you look around, all the servers and employees look like cover models.” Sloane grinned. “You’ll fit right in.”
Dahlia knew what Sloane was trying to do with her reassurance. It was supposed to help. Unfortunately, it didn’t. Dahlia was too far in her own head. He’s never going to hire me.
Aaron cleared his throat. “You wouldn’t happen to have an extra top, would you?”
Dahlia and Sloane looked up at Aaron, who gestured toward Dahlia.
“Oh boy,” Sloane muttered.
“What?” Dahlia said, then turned toward the mirror on the wall. From her seated position, she could only make out above her neck. Her eye makeup was a little smeared, but nothing she couldn’t clean up quickly. She slowly stood and gasped, then covered her arms over her breasts.
Aside from her button coming undone and displaying a good amount of cleavage, her white shirt was soaked through, revealing her dark lace bra.
“It was laundry day, and my other bra was in the hamper. I swear it wasn’t see-through when I left the house.”
Fuck!
Sloane jerked her head to Aaron. “Do we have any extra white shirts in here?”
Aaron cocked his brow. “The only one who might have an extra would be Trey.”
Dahlia groaned, dropped into her seat, and covered her face. “I can’t believe this is my life.” She immediately felt a hand on her back, rubbing in a circular motion.
“Dahlia, it’s fine. Please don’t be upset.” Sloane was trying to soothe her, which was appreciated, but it wouldn’t fix the dilemma.
Another humiliating thought ran through her mind. Trey had obviously seen her already. Damn!
“Dahlia, she’s right,” Aaron said, inching closer and pointing to the outside wall. “We all got caught in this weather. It’s not a big deal. But I gotta say, the longer you keep him waiting, the more you run the risk of pissing him off. Trey doesn’t like to wait.”
Oh shit!
She jumped up from her seat, haphazardly knocking Sloane backward. Dahlia reached out to grab Sloane’s arm, and thankfully, Aaron was close enough to catch her. He let out a burly laugh and shook his head.
