“Well, we’ve got to get out there and work our asses off.” Dru stood, pushing some hair out of her face. “See you later for coffee?”
“You got it.”
Getting up from her seat, Faith made her way out onto the main floor of the casino, and walked toward the bar. The idea in the casino was for her to walk around, taking drink orders, creating a tab that a very nice, burly security guard would then get them to pay at the end of the night. The largest tab she had started was over five thousand dollars, and that was for champagne and other drinks for the night. The customer had tried to blame her for spilling stuff. Fortunately, the casino had security footage. The guy had to pay up, and she was able to keep her job.
Spending the next twelve hours on her feet didn’t sound like a good idea, but it was going to be something she had to do. I’ll find a new job soon.
She could have a job by tomorrow but not one that paid this well. For the first three hours, she just walked around with her tray. No one paid her any attention. By the fourth hour, she had several customers making orders. She would take them to the bar where the barman of the evening would run the tab.
Faith was so immersed in her work that she didn’t even see Hunter until he spoke.
“You work in a casino, or is this where you stop at night?” Hunter asked.
She spun around where she was waiting at the bar for another order to fill. “Hunter?” She looked around, wondering what he was doing here. “I, er, I work here. I’m a waitress.”
“So this is why you stay out at night.”
“You got me. I work here all the time.”
He stepped closer, and she couldn’t help her racing heart as he seemed to breathe her in.
Something was happening between them, and she didn’t know what.
“The rolls were beautiful.”
“Good. I’m glad you liked them.” Her mouth was dry. “Are you here with a client?”
“No. I’m here with the guys. I never allow them back to my place to party.” He chuckled. “Believe it or not, I didn’t want you to hate me or to get the wrong impression.”
She groaned. “I did anyway, right?”
“Just a little bit. Besides, we’re starting over. You’ll see I’m an awesome neighbor.”
Faith had the feeling that he was.
“Faith, your order’s up.”
“Thanks.” She grabbed her tray. “Enjoy your evening, Hunter.”
Even as she moved away, she was sure she felt his gaze on her back. When she looked toward him, it was to find him looking at her.
Her pussy flooded with warmth, and she berated herself.
You were a bitch.
There’s no way anything is going to happen.
Keep on working.
****
“Isn’t that chick your neighbor?” Paul asked.
“You spent ten minutes with her last night. How could you not know her?”
He shrugged. “It’s not my problem to remember chicks. I knew I recognized her. She looks rather prim.”
Hunter watched as she moved between each person. There were groups of friends gambling and then individual ones. He couldn’t stop looking at her. Her ass looked like heaven, and all he wanted to do was bend her over the nearest surface and fuck her senseless.
“Who are we talking about here?” Ben asked.
“No one,” Hunter said.
“Hunter’s staked his claim on a woman.” Paul spoke up, pointing toward Faith. “See the curvy babe there with the brown hair pulled back? He wants her.”
“Shut up.” Hunter slapped his hand down on Paul’s hand, stopping him from pointing. “How old are you?”
“How old are you? Why aren’t you talking to her, huh?”
“She’s working.”
“For a life coach, you suck. You want her. Go and do some chasing.”
“She hates me.”
“No. She hates what she thought about you. You changed that, right?” Paul asked.
“I’m not following you,” Ben said.
“Go, talk to her. You know you want to.”
“I’d rather talk to her than hang out with you bunch of losers.” Hunter left the group and went straight toward Faith, who was once again back at the bar. She smiled at him as he approached.
“This is becoming a habit. Twice in one day.”
“I’m an addict.”
She chuckled. “I feel really bad about everything. Really, I do.”
“No worries. I imagine if a bunch of men were leaving your apartment, I’d think something bad.”
“Like what?”
“A dominatrix who has just told their pets they were no good,” he said.
She laughed. “Wow, I wouldn’t have thought that. Good one. It was just a handful of women, and I was exaggerating.” She shrugged. “Again, I can’t say sorry enough.”