“Hey, have they seen you yet?” Murph asked, sounding very concerned. He had totally freaked out when she first arrived and saw her hand wrapped.
She stretched out her arm, feeling the ache and knowing that she would be forced to wear the sling when she wasn’t at work.
“No. They’ve bee
n in the back, why?”
He raised his eyebrows at her as he wiped the inside of a brandy glass with a bar towel.
“They tried to make me tell them what happened between you and Tess.” She shot a look at him.
“Don’t worry. I fucking lied and said I had no idea, but whatever it was, I’d never seen Adelina so pissed.”
“Are you sure you didn’t budge?” she asked, knowing how intimidating Jett and Flynn were.
“Lying about knowing saved my ass. Plus, you asked me not to repeat it. I respected your wishes even though I bet if you told them that, they would make a move finally.”
She raised her hand up palm forward. “Please don’t. I’m over it all now. I have to move on. If I didn’t need the money so badly, I’d resign from my position here and look elsewhere.” She instantly thought about Raymond. She wondered if he would show up this week. Wouldn’t that help to get her mind off what she really wanted?
“Hey, you met someone?”
“No,” she blurted out quickly which only made her answer sound more suspicious. Murph raised his eyebrows at her.
“Who is it?”
“No one.”
“Oh, come on. I told you about Dena,” he whispered.
“Yeah, and if she knew the way you like to flirt, she may begin to have some trust issues.”
“Honey, I’m a fucking bartender. I need to flirt to make tips. It’s a rough job.”
She laughed. “Sure it is. All those fake boobs hanging over the bar whispering drink orders in your ear. I get it,” she teased him.
She turned to walk away, and he stared at her ass.
“Any time you want to bend over the bar, you let me know.”
She opened her mouth in shock, and then Murph’s eyes widened. He quickly turned around and went back to serving drinks.
Adelina didn’t have to turn around to know who was there. It was one of them. She just knew it.
As she slowly turned and looked up into Flynn’s eyes, he looked downright pissed off. Then came Jett, and he looked none the happier.
“Our office. Now,” he told her.
She wouldn’t react to their deep, sexy tones. She wouldn’t allow her pussy to throb and her nipples to harden any further. She would ignore the pleasure their presence alone infiltrated her with. She would be strong. She turned toward the bar and Murph.
“Murph, I’m heading into the office. I’m on line three if you need anything.”
“Got it, slugger.”
She gave him a dirty look after her eyes nearly bulged out of her head.
She turned back toward Flynn and Jett, but they weren’t there. She headed through the crowd to the private door that led to the back offices and the elevator upstairs. As she closed the door after entering the code lock number on the keypad, she turned and closed it tight. She checked that it was secured and then headed toward the main elevator. Standing there were Flynn and Jett.
Both men look delicious. Jett wore a burgundy dress shirt and black dress pants. He appeared sexy and ready. His expression affected her. Flynn wore a dark blue shirt and black dress pants. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest as he watched her approach. The elevator doors opened and she was glad she wore her very slim-fitting burgundy tailored dress with the high slit up the side. It looked classy, yet very sexy. Minus the wrapped hand and wrist, she definitely gained their attention.