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tonight.”
    I smack the leaves. “A quick
spank and it releases all the flavor.” I wink, drop the mint
into the drink and present it to her. “Taste it now.”
    She tries the drink. Nothing like a
beautiful woman enjoying a perfect cocktail—except perhaps a
woman after sex. I lean in so I can whisper in her ear. “You
see? Better things come to those who wait.”
    “And if I’m in a hurry—?”
    I’m just about to tell her
exactly what’ll happen if she’s in a hurry when a
masculine voice interrupts my train of thought.
    “Traci?”
    A guy strolls over. He drapes an arm
around her shoulders, and she rolls her eyes at me and tries to play
him off.
    “Nice of you to show up. I was
just getting a drink.” She gives me another wink. A girl like
her could send that man packing in two seconds flat, and I might as
well help her along. My MO doesn’t include backing down from
douchebags like this guy.
    The man takes the drink from her and
gulps, “Not bad,” he shrugs. “I’ll have the
same as my girlfriend.” That remark is pointed at me. Hint
taken. I make another drink, and slide it across the bar.
    “To those who wait,” the
woman raises her glass. She gives me a suggestive lick of her lips,
the kind of gesture designed to make me think about that mouth
wrapped around my cock.
    But it’s too late. Never gonna
happen now, lady. There are enough single women in this bar, and I
don’t go for someone who’s already taken. I get back to
work, until I hear a chuckle.
    Jackson is behind the bar, grabbing
some beers.
    “Hey, back off, this is my turf,”
I joke. “You build the bars, I serve the booze.”
    “Yeah, yeah. Maybe if you weren’t
so busy flirting, I wouldn’t have to get them myself.”
    “I can multi-task just fine,”
I shoot back. “But anytime you need lessons with the ladies,
I’ll be happy to help you out. Start with the basics, you know,
save my advanced skills course for later.” I spot a couple of
hot blondes arrive, arm in arm and looking for a good time. “Speaking
of which, double trouble 101, over in the corner.”
    Jackson snorts. “Someday, I’ll
enjoy watching someone tie you down.”
    “Never gonna happen,” I
say, saluting him with my beer. I take a drink and set it aside. It’s
back into the trenches, and there is nothing like working my way
through a room.
    Jackson tosses me another beer and I
grab it, juggling the other two in a move that’s more flash
than technical. The patrons cheer. This is the life. Some guys can be
happy with just one woman, but I figure, why deny the rest of them
the pleasure?
    I move through the line of the bar,
mixing drinks and taking names. A brunette with a come-and-fuck-me
smile looks from me to the menu.
    “What you want is not on that
menu,” I say, plucking it out of her grasp and easily tossing
it over my shoulder.
    “And how do you know that?”
    “Because,” I say, grabbing
a bottle of liquor and pouring a steady stream into a shaker full of
ice, “you want to try something new. Something that will help
you let go. And that is why I’m here.”
    “To catch me when I fall or help
me let go.” She’s teasing. I’m game.
    “Both.”
    A quick shake and she watches my arms.
Straining her drink, I slide it across the bar as she scribbles
something on a napkin and slides it across to me. Her number.
    “Call me sometime?” she
says, casual.
    “Bet on it.” I pocket it
and leave her with her drink and a smile—a smile that says
there’s so much more to come. But later, for now, I’ve
got more thirsty customers to deal with. I serve fast, until a
piercing whistle cuts through the din.
    “Oh, barkeep,” a sugary
voice calls. “I’m just about dying of thirst over here.”
    I laugh. I know that voice, and trust
me, this girl is more spice than sugar.
    “Savannah, baby,” I greet
her with a grin. “What can I do you for tonight?”
    She smiles back. “Aren’t
you supposed to tell me? Or are your special powers