“Not ready to talk about it,” she says. “Besides, I have to get going. Early morning tomorrow. Close out our tab?”
“You got it.”
Joe walks over to me at the register. “Tracy said she’d come in.”
“Good, cuz I already told Mandy yes.”
“You won’t regret it, boss. Nothing will go wrong tomorrow night.”
Famous last words, I think.
When it’s nearly closing time, I walk over to the last straggler, who’s been checking me out all night but has been too afraid to talk to me. He is tall, handsome, and well-built—a little burly—just how I like my men.
“Can I get you another drink?” I ask him.
“Nah, but maybe close out my tab?”
Once I hand him his credit card, I place my elbows on the bar counter, letting my cleavage swell over my tank top. “So, Nick. You gonna ask me out or what?”
Nick blinks quickly. “How’d you know my name?”
I point to his hand. “Your credit card.”
“Oh.”
“You’ve been checking me out all night.” I lick my lips slowly as I stare him dead in the eye—my favorite flirting move. My luscious lips are my favorite part of my body, and whenever I lick them, it makes men crumble, if I do say so myself. “We’re closing now, so you could say you’ve missed your chance.”
“Oh. Have I really?” Nick chuckles nervously, scratching his jaw.
“Yeah, sorry. But if you’d like to fuck, my place is close by.”
Nick does a doubletake. “What?” His mouth falls open.
“Hey, I’m sorry if I misunderstood. I just thought you—”
“No. You didn’t misunderstand . . .” he hastens to add.
“So,” I say. “You’re interested in going to bed with me tonight?”
Nick nods. “Very.”
I lean in closer until I can feel the heat of his breath. “Okay. I have rules.”
“Okay,” he says, looking at me—a mischievous smile curving his mouth. “What are they?”
“One night and one night only. No repeats and absolutely no sleeping over. Are those acceptable terms?”
“Fuck yeah,” Nick says and slams down the rest of his drink.
“Oh, and you have to be sober,” I add.
Nick smiles. “I only had two drinks. I’m completely sober.”
Joe smirks at me and shakes his head as he leaves the bar. Undoubtedly, he heard the exchange, but he’s used to me taking customers to my place and doesn’t bat an eye—anymore.
I lock upLa Oficina, and Nick trails me home.
TWO