Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
I sent one of the prospects to watch her for the night and when I found out she didn’t have a car and was walking home, I about fucking lost it. I should have been there to take her home. But instead, I had to have the fucking prospect follow her to make sure she was safe.
I watch her carry a tray toward a table of men and watch as they all eye her. She has on one of the T-shirts with the bar logo on it and a short jean skirt that’s frayed at the bottom. I follow the line of her thick thighs down her legs into her short boots. Adjusting my hardening cock, I can’t take my eyes off her. When one of the men talks to her and she laughs at whatever he says, I get pissed, wanting that laugh, that smile for me and only me.
I don’t know what it is about this girl, but I haven’t stopped thinking about her. I can’t. She’s got a tight hold on my testicles it seems and I don’t know if I like it. I’m used to having women fall at my feet and the look she gave me when I walked in, like she couldn’t give a flying fuck I was here or not, well, it goes all through me. I want her eyes on me and only me.
I watch her as she walks to another table and picks up some empty bottles and there’s more talking, then she smiles at them before walking off. I kid you not, the whole table of guys watches her walk away. I know it’s going to be a problem because our best dancer, KiKi, is shaking her stuff on the dance floor and instead of looking at her, these guys all have their eyes on Harper.
She walks up to the bar and places an order for some beers.
I walk up beside her and stand right next to her. She doesn’t even acknowledge me. “This isn’t working out, Harper.”
She puts her hand on her hip. “Look, I can’t help it your girlfriend doesn’t like me. I’ve stayed out of her way and will continue to listen to her shit, but I need this job.”
I sputter, “Girlfriend? I don’t have a girlfriend.”
She eyes me with a smirk and rolls her eyes. “Okay, fuck buddy, lady of the night, booty call, whatever you want to call her.”
I crowd her then, because I swear I can feel the jealously coming off of her in waves. “I don’t have one of those either. And especially not now. I haven’t been interested in a while, at least not until yesterday.”
She rolls her eyes at me and starts to say something and then stops.
I put my hand on hers on the bar. “No, tell me. What were you going to say?”
“You mean Kristy dry humping your leg yesterday? Well, if she’s not your girlfriend, you may want to tell her that.” She gestures behind me and I look across the room. Sure enough, Kristy is staring daggers at us and when I turn and glare at her, she looks away and starts dancing toward a table of men.
“Is she giving you problems?” I ask Harper.
“No. Nothing I can’t handle. Why are you firing me?” she asks me and pulls her hand out from under mine.
“I’m not firing you,” I tell her.
She puts the beers on her tray that Teddy set down in front of us. “Good.” She turns away and I watch her walk to the group of men.
She drops off the beers, checks on a few other tables and comes back to the bar.
“Teddy, pull one of the dancers to help you. I need Harper.”
Teddy looks like he’s about to challenge me, but he must second-guess himself, because he simply nods and turns away.
Harper holds her hands up in front of her. “No, no way, I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“Do you want a job?” I ask her, knowing that she needs this.
“Yes. But I think you’ve made a mistake. I’m not that kind of girl and I don’t plan to be… no matter how hot you are.”
She slaps her hand over her mouth, realizing that she said it out loud. Oh, baby girl, you have no idea. You just sealed your fate.
I grab her purse from under the counter. “I know you’re not that kind of girl. That’s why you’re not waiting tables. I can’t have you out there with all these men and be able to protect you. I want you working behind the bar.”
Her eyes widen in shock. “Protect me? You don’t need to protect me. And everyone has been so nice to me, there won’t be a problem. Plus, I don’t know the first thing about bartending.”
I put my arm around her waist and start shuffling her to the door. “I figured as much. That’s why I’m taking you to the club, to get you trained.”