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it, and it drove her nuts in an
OCD way.
“Sunny, I need you to give me your clothes after work
tonight.”
Arching her brows, Sunny looked down at her tight green
latex minidress. “Why do you want my clothes? I mean, I understand why you want
me, I’m fabulous, but why the dress?”
“As fabulous as you are, you need a tailor.” She stood up
from her chair and moved to stand next to Sunny. “See, here and here it can be
taken in to flatter your teeny tiny waist and give your hips some…girth. And
the way it pooches right here makes you look like you have back fat, which is
impossible.”
“Ugh, it does look like I have a weird roll on my back.”
Sunny giggled. “And you’re going to give my hips some girth, huh. Well,
speaking of girth, I heard Master Jesse was all over you last night.”
Swallowing hard, Anya tried to affect a nonchalant
expression. “Well, you know, stuff happened.”
“Good for you. Master Jesse is quite the catch. He doesn’t
really play the field much, so I wouldn’t worry about him wanting to use you
like gum.”
“Gum?”
Sunny lowered her voice. “You know, some guys use women like
gum. They chew them up and spit them out. I wish it never happened here, but it
does.”
Anya adjusted her breasts for the maximum cleavage possible.
“That won’t be a problem. I don’t think I’ll play with anyone anymore.”
“Did Master Jesse do something to scare you?” Sunny took her
hand. “Please tell me if he did. You won’t be in trouble.”
“No, no, nothing like that.” She sighed and picked up her
body lotion with a hint of glitter in it. “I just— I mean, he seems like the
serious type. I’ll be leaving for Paris in a month. I don’t want to lead the
guy on.”
“Darling, if things got that serious between you, I’m sure
he’d follow you to Paris.”
For a moment hope lit her from within; then she remembered
the boys and how bad she’d feel for taking their dad away from them. No, the right
decision was to stay away. “No, it’s complicated.”
“But you like him, right?”
Closing her eyes, she nodded. “I really like him. A lot.”
“I can’t say I understand, but it’s your decision to make. I
know if I had a man like Master Haw—Jesse, I’d never let him go.”
Anya started to ask Sunny about Master Hawk, but Goddess was
getting ready not too far away from them. “Thanks. Well, I’m as ready as I’m
going to be.”
“You look magnificent.”
Making their way out to the club, Anya practically bounced
on her toes as adrenaline filled her. She tried to tell herself it was because
she was interested to see what would be going on at Wicked tonight, but she
knew the truth. Her heart was racing at the thought of seeing Jesse again. She
needed to get ahold of herself. Maybe he wouldn’t come tonight. Or maybe it
would be too busy to find a seat in her section. Either one would be a
blessing, so why did it hurt to think he might not be here?
As soon as she rounded the corner to the back of the bar,
her heart leaped in her chest while her conscience groaned. He was indeed here,
and he looked as hot as sin. He wore his usual jeans today, but instead of his
vest, he wore a broken-in plaid shirt unbuttoned to show a patch of his chest.
A thick brown leather cuff wrapped around one of his wrists, making even his
hands look hot. It should be impossible he’d look sexier wearing more clothes
than less, but for the love of goodness was he fine.
Sunny bumped her. “Stop gawking.”
Whipping her head around fast enough to send her hair
flying, she turned to Sunny. “Please tell me that’s not my section.”
“Sure is.”
They traded off with the previous bartender and server,
catching up on drink orders. Anya helped Sunny out by pouring the beer, but the
other woman did all the mixed drinks. Matching the orders to the digital chart
beneath the bar showing each table’s number, she was glad to see Jesse hadn’t
ordered anything. Maybe she could
OCD way.
“Sunny, I need you to give me your clothes after work
tonight.”
Arching her brows, Sunny looked down at her tight green
latex minidress. “Why do you want my clothes? I mean, I understand why you want
me, I’m fabulous, but why the dress?”
“As fabulous as you are, you need a tailor.” She stood up
from her chair and moved to stand next to Sunny. “See, here and here it can be
taken in to flatter your teeny tiny waist and give your hips some…girth. And
the way it pooches right here makes you look like you have back fat, which is
impossible.”
“Ugh, it does look like I have a weird roll on my back.”
Sunny giggled. “And you’re going to give my hips some girth, huh. Well,
speaking of girth, I heard Master Jesse was all over you last night.”
Swallowing hard, Anya tried to affect a nonchalant
expression. “Well, you know, stuff happened.”
“Good for you. Master Jesse is quite the catch. He doesn’t
really play the field much, so I wouldn’t worry about him wanting to use you
like gum.”
“Gum?”
Sunny lowered her voice. “You know, some guys use women like
gum. They chew them up and spit them out. I wish it never happened here, but it
does.”
Anya adjusted her breasts for the maximum cleavage possible.
“That won’t be a problem. I don’t think I’ll play with anyone anymore.”
“Did Master Jesse do something to scare you?” Sunny took her
hand. “Please tell me if he did. You won’t be in trouble.”
“No, no, nothing like that.” She sighed and picked up her
body lotion with a hint of glitter in it. “I just— I mean, he seems like the
serious type. I’ll be leaving for Paris in a month. I don’t want to lead the
guy on.”
“Darling, if things got that serious between you, I’m sure
he’d follow you to Paris.”
For a moment hope lit her from within; then she remembered
the boys and how bad she’d feel for taking their dad away from them. No, the right
decision was to stay away. “No, it’s complicated.”
“But you like him, right?”
Closing her eyes, she nodded. “I really like him. A lot.”
“I can’t say I understand, but it’s your decision to make. I
know if I had a man like Master Haw—Jesse, I’d never let him go.”
Anya started to ask Sunny about Master Hawk, but Goddess was
getting ready not too far away from them. “Thanks. Well, I’m as ready as I’m
going to be.”
“You look magnificent.”
Making their way out to the club, Anya practically bounced
on her toes as adrenaline filled her. She tried to tell herself it was because
she was interested to see what would be going on at Wicked tonight, but she
knew the truth. Her heart was racing at the thought of seeing Jesse again. She
needed to get ahold of herself. Maybe he wouldn’t come tonight. Or maybe it
would be too busy to find a seat in her section. Either one would be a
blessing, so why did it hurt to think he might not be here?
As soon as she rounded the corner to the back of the bar,
her heart leaped in her chest while her conscience groaned. He was indeed here,
and he looked as hot as sin. He wore his usual jeans today, but instead of his
vest, he wore a broken-in plaid shirt unbuttoned to show a patch of his chest.
A thick brown leather cuff wrapped around one of his wrists, making even his
hands look hot. It should be impossible he’d look sexier wearing more clothes
than less, but for the love of goodness was he fine.
Sunny bumped her. “Stop gawking.”
Whipping her head around fast enough to send her hair
flying, she turned to Sunny. “Please tell me that’s not my section.”
“Sure is.”
They traded off with the previous bartender and server,
catching up on drink orders. Anya helped Sunny out by pouring the beer, but the
other woman did all the mixed drinks. Matching the orders to the digital chart
beneath the bar showing each table’s number, she was glad to see Jesse hadn’t
ordered anything. Maybe she could
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