“Will it put you into overtime?” the other woman asked.
“Nope, but I want it anyway. You’re interrupting my day off,” Clarissa said.
“Not going to happen, kiddo,” Maggie laughed, “When can you be here?”
“I have to go all the way home and change, then take a taxi over,” Clarissa said trying her best to sound exasperated.
“I can pick you up,” Maggie said.
“When did you get back in town?” she asked.
“This morning,” Maggie told her, “I’ll tell you more when I see you. Where are you by the way?”
“I’m only about a couple blocks from the shop, I’ll meet you there,” Clarissa said.
“That’ll work. You don’t need your uniform. I just need someone to do inventory,” Maggie said.
“Kay,” Clarissa sighed, “See you soon.”
Clarissa hung up the phone before she told Maggie to do the damn inventory herself. She had been away in Vegas for two weeks and it was time for her to get back to work.
“I gotta go,” Clarissa told Skull, “That was my boss. She wants me to do inventory. It doesn’t take long so we can hang out again later if you want.”
“Wanna meet me back here?” Skull asked.
“Okay, then you can finish teaching me to play,” Clarissa grinned, “but I gotta go because I stupidly told her how close I was.”
“Later,” Skull grinned, “Oh, one more thing.”
“What?” Clarissa said and turned back to face him. His lips moved against hers hard and fast. Skull’s tongue quickly parted Clarissa’s lips and danced with her own. When he pulled away Clarissa was blushing again.
“Later,” she said and ran out of the bar.
Clarissa’s pulse was still racing when she arrived at work.
“Hey, Maggie,” she sighed and clocked in, “How was Vegas?”
“Loud and bright,” Maggie laughed.
“Did ya have a good time?”
“Yeah, it was fun, but I’m exhausted,” Maggie laughed.
“Too bad,” Clarissa teased, “You don’t get a vacation to recover from your vacation.”
“I still have sick time,” Maggie laughed, “So you know the deal, kiddo, inventory reports.”
“Yeah,” Clarissa sighed.
“Clarissa?” Maggie called after her.
“Yeah?” Clarissa called back.
“Just one more thing, quit going to biker bars,” Maggie laughed.
“Are you stalking me?” she asked, feeling that Maggie was getting more involved in her personal business than she had the right to.
“No, I was just driving in when you got off the bike. Who was the guy anyway?” she asked.