After I’d arrived today, I had been late getting onto the floor because my heels had been taken, as had my bottoms. By the time I got out there, the other girls had all the tables covered, and I was put at the bar with Saint for an hour.
He made me take the tips from that hour, but I felt bad, doing it. Those should have all been his. Working that close to him with my breasts on display had been unnerving. I didn’t think that was what the others had had in mind when they hid my things. I doubted they’d try that again. If it was Saint’s attention they wanted, it hadn’t played out well for them.
“Why the hell you gotta be so damn sexy, covered up and with the makeup gone?” Saint said as he put another chair on the table.
I stopped and looked over at him. I didn’t know what to say to that. We normally talked very little when we closed up together. He was a quiet guy, and I liked that. Talking about me wasn’t something I wanted to do with him.
“It’s the lighting in here,” I said.
He smirked. “Sure it is.”
I began putting the glasses back on the shelves, happy to have my back to him. Maybe he was done with the talking. I hoped so.
“Are you ever going to loosen up with me? We worked side by side tonight. You’d think after that, you would feel at ease with me.”
I glanced back over my shoulder. “I am at ease with you,” I replied, although part of me never was.
He was an attractive man who regularly saw me almost naked and was interested in me. What did he expect?
“No, Angel, you’re not.”
I sighed and set down the glass that was in my hand, then turned to look at him. It was much easier to do with my shirt on. I shrugged. “You’re my boss. Every female here wants you. I know you’ve slept with a few of them. They talk. But I guess knowing you want to …”
What did he want to do? Sleep with me too? Or date me? I wasn’t sure. I never let him get far enough to explain it. He was interested in me, but last week, he’d had sex with Blush in his office. On his desk.
His eyebrows drew together in a frown. “I’m a man, and I have only fucked a few of them. It’s not something I’m proud of, but after a night of watching you, I get worked up. I need a release, and when a naked woman offers it up, sometimes, I take it.”
My face heated, and I turned back to the glasses.
“Did Blush tell you I bent her over my desk and fucked her from behind in her uniform? Did she tell you it was your name I shouted when I shot my load into the condom? I didn’t want to see her face, Angel, because I wanted to think it was you. I had watched you all night, and I wanted you so damn bad that I was crazed for it.”
I wasn’t sure I’d ever heard Saint say that many words at once. My body was a mix of emotions. I didn’t want to hear he had imagined me while he was screwing Blush. Even if she was nasty to me most of the time, she hadn’t deserved that. I respected Saint, and I didn’t want him to change my image of him.
“Most nights, I relieve myself while thinking about touching you, being inside you. But there are nights when I have a woman begging me to fuck her, so I use her instead.”
I closed my eyes tightly. I wanted him to stop talking about it. Why did he insist on telling me all this?
“Why me?” I asked then, wanting to understand it. Was it because I was the only female here who wasn’t begging him for it? Did he like the challenge?
He didn’t respond, but I heard him move, and I knew he was walking closer to me. I hoped he left the bar between us and didn’t come too close. I wasn’t afraid of him, but his words had made me nervous. I didn’t know this side of Saint, yet it fit his appearance more so than the image in my head did.
There would be no barrier between us. He was behind me. I felt the warmth of his body, and I shivered, more nervous now than I had been. He ran a finger over my bare neck and down my back, causing me to tremble. I knew Saint wouldn’t do anything to hurt me, but I was still uncomfortable with this.
“I wish it weren’t you,” he said in a low voice. “It would be a hell of a lot easier if it was someone like Blush. But since the day you walked into this bar, I’ve wanted you. In the beginning, it was just to fuck the sweet innocence from your hot little body, but then I got to know you. It became more, and I never expected more.” His voice dropped even lower, and I felt his breath on my neck. “All I can think about right now is stripping off your clothes and burying my face between your legs. God, I bet you taste like heaven. Sweet as an angel.”