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rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip and inhaled against her neck. She contemplated, and her silence made him try harder.
“Mel! Charlie said five minutes!” Spike yelled down the hallway. Melissa tried to move, but Logan stopped her by blocking her path.
“I have to go, and I still need to use the ladies’ room and freshen up.”
“I’ll just wait until you come out, and I won’t let you get to the party until—”
“785…” She began to give him her cell number.
“Do you have your cell on you?” he asked, and she nodded. Then he dialed the number on his cell, and he saw that her cell phone began to ring.
“Didn’t trust me, huh?” she asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“No, but you’ll make up for it later,” he teased then kissed her cheek before she walked into the ladies’ room.
* * * *
“So we’re just going to fucking leave her here?” Vince asked.
“Listen, guys, she’s not were. She doesn’t know how this works. Right now, we’re probably coming off as some overaggressive men looking for sex. We need to pace ourselves and gain her trust,” Logan said as he began leading everyone out of the club. As they exited the building, they saw a small convoy of limos and black SUVs in front of the entrance.
“That must be the people for the private party,” Jake stated then stopped walking.
“What are you doing?” Vince asked.
“I’m checking out the guests. Our fucking mate is going to be in there, and we can’t gain access to the private party.”
“I got Mel’s cell number. Let’s leave it at that for now. The bartender said that Mel is working tomorrow night. We’ll come back,” Logan added, and they continued down the street and around the corner to their own SUV.
* * * *
“Okay, Mel, do you have everything that was on the list?” Charlie asked, sounding very nervous. More so than usual.
“Yes, what the hell is the big deal?” she asked, and he closed his eyes then exhaled. “I’m sorry. I’m just tense. Bret is bringing some important people here, and if all goes well, this can be great for business. I can make a shitload of money, and so can you.”
“Bret?” she asked, and just then the piece of shit entered the room with his two goons Felix and Deatrix.
He smirked at her as if he had the upper hand. The asshole would have to do more than request her as his bartender for some private party before she would jump into bed with him ever again.
She rolled her eyes and continued to prep the bar.
Charlie greeted Bret with the utmost respect and ass-kissing she had ever seen. She lost some respect for her friend right then and there. Bret was nothing but a leech. He took whatever he wanted and needed from people then tossed them away like dirt. He had wanted her to be his main fuck, and thankfully for her, she didn’t accept his verbal contract. It would have been upheld to the fullest, and she would probably be dead or so juiced up on meth she wouldn’t know who she was spreading her legs for. Her blood felt as if it were boiling with hostility. If she could she would walk out right now, but one look at Charlie’s pleading face and she knew she was stuck. She might as well make the best of it.
As she prepared Bret’s dirty martini, adding a little dirty water to the fucker’s cocktail, she saw the rest of the crew arrive. Deatrix and Felix did their thing, frisking down the guests and checking for guns or other weapons. This was going to be a long fucking night.
As she listened to some of the bimbos talk and made them their Malibu Bay Breezes and Sex on the Beaches she observed the two men she recognized as Carlos and Chico along with their three guards. She swallowed hard, remembering that they weren’t the most upstanding citizens in the room. They could surely give Bret a run for his money. Never mind the fact that she was the one who recently ripped them off. She swallowed hard and released an uneasy breath.
Melissa served some
“Mel! Charlie said five minutes!” Spike yelled down the hallway. Melissa tried to move, but Logan stopped her by blocking her path.
“I have to go, and I still need to use the ladies’ room and freshen up.”
“I’ll just wait until you come out, and I won’t let you get to the party until—”
“785…” She began to give him her cell number.
“Do you have your cell on you?” he asked, and she nodded. Then he dialed the number on his cell, and he saw that her cell phone began to ring.
“Didn’t trust me, huh?” she asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“No, but you’ll make up for it later,” he teased then kissed her cheek before she walked into the ladies’ room.
* * * *
“So we’re just going to fucking leave her here?” Vince asked.
“Listen, guys, she’s not were. She doesn’t know how this works. Right now, we’re probably coming off as some overaggressive men looking for sex. We need to pace ourselves and gain her trust,” Logan said as he began leading everyone out of the club. As they exited the building, they saw a small convoy of limos and black SUVs in front of the entrance.
“That must be the people for the private party,” Jake stated then stopped walking.
“What are you doing?” Vince asked.
“I’m checking out the guests. Our fucking mate is going to be in there, and we can’t gain access to the private party.”
“I got Mel’s cell number. Let’s leave it at that for now. The bartender said that Mel is working tomorrow night. We’ll come back,” Logan added, and they continued down the street and around the corner to their own SUV.
* * * *
“Okay, Mel, do you have everything that was on the list?” Charlie asked, sounding very nervous. More so than usual.
“Yes, what the hell is the big deal?” she asked, and he closed his eyes then exhaled. “I’m sorry. I’m just tense. Bret is bringing some important people here, and if all goes well, this can be great for business. I can make a shitload of money, and so can you.”
“Bret?” she asked, and just then the piece of shit entered the room with his two goons Felix and Deatrix.
He smirked at her as if he had the upper hand. The asshole would have to do more than request her as his bartender for some private party before she would jump into bed with him ever again.
She rolled her eyes and continued to prep the bar.
Charlie greeted Bret with the utmost respect and ass-kissing she had ever seen. She lost some respect for her friend right then and there. Bret was nothing but a leech. He took whatever he wanted and needed from people then tossed them away like dirt. He had wanted her to be his main fuck, and thankfully for her, she didn’t accept his verbal contract. It would have been upheld to the fullest, and she would probably be dead or so juiced up on meth she wouldn’t know who she was spreading her legs for. Her blood felt as if it were boiling with hostility. If she could she would walk out right now, but one look at Charlie’s pleading face and she knew she was stuck. She might as well make the best of it.
As she prepared Bret’s dirty martini, adding a little dirty water to the fucker’s cocktail, she saw the rest of the crew arrive. Deatrix and Felix did their thing, frisking down the guests and checking for guns or other weapons. This was going to be a long fucking night.
As she listened to some of the bimbos talk and made them their Malibu Bay Breezes and Sex on the Beaches she observed the two men she recognized as Carlos and Chico along with their three guards. She swallowed hard, remembering that they weren’t the most upstanding citizens in the room. They could surely give Bret a run for his money. Never mind the fact that she was the one who recently ripped them off. She swallowed hard and released an uneasy breath.
Melissa served some
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