“Wow, Tony’s place,” he said. “How did that happen?”
She stopped, turned and looked at him. “Are you trying to be derogatory?”
“Nope. I’m just curious why you’re working at a bar when you could be doing a hell of a lot more interesting stuff.”
He didn’t sound drunk. They started walking again.
“I’ve had a crazy few years, and this job is all I’ve got left,” she said. There was no need to lie about her past.
“How crazy?”
“If I didn’t know any better, Guy Jensen, I’d start to think you were trying to get to know me.”
He laughed. “Maybe I am.”
A gentle hum unfurled inside her. She liked the thought of him wanting to know her.
Not going to happen.
“It was crazy, and we’ll talk about it another time.” Staring at the ground, they both stayed silent for the remainder of the night.
The silence was nice. There was nothing that needed to be said.
Chapter Four
“I think we should toast Emily for surviving her first week and making it through to the next,” Guy said, raising his beer into the air.
She rolled her cute little eyes, and his cock tightened even more. “It’s a job, Guy. I can serve drinks, be nice, and have fun.”
Dorothy whooped. They were no longer in working clothes. It was a Saturday night, Emily’s first half day where she finished at six.
“No fighting tonight,” Tony said, dropping another round of beers off. “Good work this week, Emily.”
Guy watched the owner tap her on the shoulder. The sight alone made him angry. Sipping at his beer he saw the hand linger a little too long for him.
“I told you our girl would rock your world,” Dorothy said, smiling. He saw the other woman rest her head on Emily’s spare shoulder. What was with all the touching?
“She certainly rocks the bar. Guys love her.”
“It’s the body. I would kill for those tits,” Janet said, pouting.
Emily’s cheeks went bright red. Tony pulled away, muttering his goodbyes.
“Janet, for fuck’s sake.” Emily looked at all of them.
Guy smirked, admiring her full rack. He was voting for a wet shirt contest where he could pour his beer all over that full chest. Did she have big nipples or small?#p#分页标题#e#
His cock tightened even more. Someone wrapped their arm around his neck. He glanced back seeing a redhead smiling up at him. Guy frowned, thinking of her name. Gigi came to mind. Yeah, her name was Gigi.
“Hey, handsome. How are you doing?” Gigi asked, rubbing her tits against his arm.
“I’m doing fine.” Gigi’s scent swamped him. He glanced at Emily to see her swigging down some of her beer from the bottle. Her tits were pressed against her tight shirt. His hard cock twitched at Emily’s lush body. At the same time Gigi’s fingers caressed his thigh drawing his attention back to her. She kept trying to kiss him, and he pulled away, taking a quick swig of his drink. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Emily speaking to someone else, completely blanking him. Anger took over, and he led Gigi out onto the dance floor. Gigi all but wrapped herself around him.
He spun her on the floor so he could keep an eye on Emily and what was going on with her.
Don’t care. She’s a stuck-up pussy.
“I’ve been hearing some scary shit about you, Guy,” Gigi said, giggling.
The sounds coming out of her mouth were starting to grate on his nerves. Why didn’t he recognize this before?
“What shit has been scaring you?” He wasn’t really paying any attention as another man came up to Emily. Guy recognized the man as Andrew Marker, a player like him.
“You’re not playing the field anymore, baby. I was wondering if you’re ready to settle down.”
Her words cut through his thoughts. “What? No, not at all. I’ve been ill. I’m not settling down, so don’t start getting ideas in your head.”
The walls obviously crashed down around her. She was no longer smiling at him or giggling.
“Fuck you, Guy Jensen. You’re an asshole.”
She stormed off leaving him alone on the dance floor. Emily was passing him as he made his way to their table. Reacting, he reached out for her tugging her onto the floor.
“Guy, what are you doing?”
He pulled her into his arms getting lost by the sea of people.
“We’re dancing. Shut your mouth,” he said, leading her further onto the dance floor.
“You’re losing your mind. I was heading to the bathroom.”
“What did Andrew want?” he asked, needing to know the answer.
“Who is Andrew?”