I frown at the look of concern in his eyes, he told me to talk to security if there were any problems.
“Okay.” I clear my throat. “I better get back.”
“Yeah.” He squeezes my thigh once more and I ignore the jolt that it sends through me, telling myself that it’s nothing before standing up and getting back to work.
I don’t stop serving until nearly 3 a.m. and by the time I’m wiping the last table down, I feel like I could sleep for a week. I think I’ve walked about a hundred miles tonight while serving drinks.
Note to self—buy comfortable shoes for tomorrow.
Garrett closes up the till and shuts down the ba
r, heading through to the staff area and I follow, going to get my bag out of my locker so I can get the hell out of here and to my bed.
All the dancers left about an hour ago just after the club closed so there’s only me, Jonny and Garrett left here now.
“See you tomorrow,” I say to Garrett as he passes me in the back corridor.
“Yeah,” he grunts back.
Jeez, what’s up his ass?
I shake my head and push through to the staff room, opening up my small locker and grabbing my bag before flinging it over my shoulder. I pull my burner phone out quickly, checking that none of the guys at the warehouse have tried to get a hold of me.
It’s all clear so I shove it back into my bag and close my locker.
“You need a ride, Kitty?”
I jump at the deep voice, my hand flying to my chest.
“Fuck! I didn’t see you there,” I gasp, trying to catch my breath as my heart pounds like a drum in my chest.
He chuckles and steps forward, shoving his hands into his suit pants pockets.
“Sorry.” His lips lift up into a smile and if I wasn’t who I am, I probably would have swooned.
I can see why girls go crazy over him, with dark hair styled to perfection and those gray eyes that bore into you, promising to do really naughty things.
Stop, Kitty! Don’t go there.
“So… you need a ride?”
I frown at him. How did he know I needed a ride?
“Joel told me your truck wouldn’t start.” He shrugs, answering my unspoken question.
“Joel?”
“Yeah, you know he’s my little brother, right?”
“No.” I shake my head. “No, I didn’t.”
“Yeah,” he says, leaning against the wall. “He told me you moved into Wayward, not a nice place for a girl like you to live on her own.”
I shuffle my feet, only this time it is a nervous gesture. I knew he’d have checked me out, I just hope he doesn’t think it’s too strange that I moved in and then got a job here almost straight after, because that wouldn’t bode well for me at all.
“It’s okay, I guess. Not too bad if you pretend the cockroaches aren’t there.”
He chuckles and pushes up off the wall, walking closer to me. “Both you and I know that’s not what I mean, darlin’.” I swallow at his close proximity and try my hardest not to look away. “Because I have a feeling that you can take care of yourself.”