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from each other behind the bar. I’d turned off the TV and turned on some music. I pressed play on the song she sang a few days ago. Instantly, Billie smiled and blushed.
“Sing for me?” I asked while I laid my phone on the bar. Billie bit down on her thumbnail; I could see it in her eyes she was fighting it and giving in.
“Just once,” she said. I laughed and nodded.
Billie grabbed my phone and restarted the song. As she sang, she said the words like they clearly meant more to her. Like the song was written especially for her. She closed her eyes and her face had an effortless air to it. She was at peace; it was nothing like I had ever seen before.
I stepped closer to her as if there was this gravitational pull inside of her that forced me to. When the song ended I was so close to her I could smell the softness of her skin and the strawberry scent of her shampoo. I knew what I was doing was inappropriate. She was my employee and this was a huge mistake, but I physically could not help myself.
Billie’s breath grew shallow as she could feel my body almost pressed against her. I wanted to pick her up and have my way with her on top of my bar, so every time I came in here I could remember her perfect naked body and my hips rolling into her. At the thought, my hands balled into fists as I fought with every fiber in my body to step back.
“You have an amazing voice,” I said, clearing my throat. Billie drew in a deep breath before opening her eyes.
“Thanks.” She smiled sweetly. “I’m going to run to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” She didn’t wait for my reply before she moved past me and around the bar. I quickly poured a shot of Maker’s Mark and tossed it back. I wasn’t much of a drinker so the liquid burned down my throat and into the shallow part of my stomach.
“Get it together, Christian,” I said to myself before wiping the whisky off my lips with the back of my hand. I needed to chill the fuck out.
Quickly, I put the bottle back in its home then bent down to grab a rag from the bucket of sanitizer water we kept on the floor. Wringing out the excess water, I jumped over the bar to wipe down some tables. Distracting myself from this girl was going to be an issue. Luckily, I had an entire bar to clean and keep me busy.
I heard the latch of the bar lift and shut. She was back, but I didn’t look up. I stayed busy cleaning the tables and chairs. Focused on a black spot on one of the tables, I almost missed the change in music and a very familiar song followed by Billie’s throaty laugh. She’d gotten into my Spanish music playlist. I was stunned. I wasn’t embarrassed by her knowing I listened to this sort of music, but was shocked out of my mind when she pressed one hand against her stomach and the other one bent at the elbow, and she started to dance. Well, she tried to dance.
“Ooh,” she mouthed as she pranced in circles with raised eyebrows and an amused look. I finally cracked when she did a little turn, laughing with my hands rested on my waist. I caught my breath when she finally stopped dancing and turned down the music.
“I love that you listen to that,” she said breathlessly. I walked near the bar as I wiped a tear from my eye.
“I loved what you just did. You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”
She playfully scowled. “Hey! Don’t dis on my awesome dancing skills, okay? I don’t bust them out for just anyone. You should be honored.”
“I’m offended, actually.” I laughed. Billie’s face pinched again before she threw a slice of lemon at my head. I moved just in time. “Come here.” I gestured for her to round the bar. “I’m going to show you how to dance.”
“A Mexican man who knows how to dance? Let me get my surprised face.” She deadpanned. I smirked; she was a ball buster, and I liked it.
“Oh, you got jokes?” I chuckled. “Come here, whitey, let me show you the things hips can do. It’s not part of your genetic makeup, but I’ve
“Sing for me?” I asked while I laid my phone on the bar. Billie bit down on her thumbnail; I could see it in her eyes she was fighting it and giving in.
“Just once,” she said. I laughed and nodded.
Billie grabbed my phone and restarted the song. As she sang, she said the words like they clearly meant more to her. Like the song was written especially for her. She closed her eyes and her face had an effortless air to it. She was at peace; it was nothing like I had ever seen before.
I stepped closer to her as if there was this gravitational pull inside of her that forced me to. When the song ended I was so close to her I could smell the softness of her skin and the strawberry scent of her shampoo. I knew what I was doing was inappropriate. She was my employee and this was a huge mistake, but I physically could not help myself.
Billie’s breath grew shallow as she could feel my body almost pressed against her. I wanted to pick her up and have my way with her on top of my bar, so every time I came in here I could remember her perfect naked body and my hips rolling into her. At the thought, my hands balled into fists as I fought with every fiber in my body to step back.
“You have an amazing voice,” I said, clearing my throat. Billie drew in a deep breath before opening her eyes.
“Thanks.” She smiled sweetly. “I’m going to run to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” She didn’t wait for my reply before she moved past me and around the bar. I quickly poured a shot of Maker’s Mark and tossed it back. I wasn’t much of a drinker so the liquid burned down my throat and into the shallow part of my stomach.
“Get it together, Christian,” I said to myself before wiping the whisky off my lips with the back of my hand. I needed to chill the fuck out.
Quickly, I put the bottle back in its home then bent down to grab a rag from the bucket of sanitizer water we kept on the floor. Wringing out the excess water, I jumped over the bar to wipe down some tables. Distracting myself from this girl was going to be an issue. Luckily, I had an entire bar to clean and keep me busy.
I heard the latch of the bar lift and shut. She was back, but I didn’t look up. I stayed busy cleaning the tables and chairs. Focused on a black spot on one of the tables, I almost missed the change in music and a very familiar song followed by Billie’s throaty laugh. She’d gotten into my Spanish music playlist. I was stunned. I wasn’t embarrassed by her knowing I listened to this sort of music, but was shocked out of my mind when she pressed one hand against her stomach and the other one bent at the elbow, and she started to dance. Well, she tried to dance.
“Ooh,” she mouthed as she pranced in circles with raised eyebrows and an amused look. I finally cracked when she did a little turn, laughing with my hands rested on my waist. I caught my breath when she finally stopped dancing and turned down the music.
“I love that you listen to that,” she said breathlessly. I walked near the bar as I wiped a tear from my eye.
“I loved what you just did. You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”
She playfully scowled. “Hey! Don’t dis on my awesome dancing skills, okay? I don’t bust them out for just anyone. You should be honored.”
“I’m offended, actually.” I laughed. Billie’s face pinched again before she threw a slice of lemon at my head. I moved just in time. “Come here.” I gestured for her to round the bar. “I’m going to show you how to dance.”
“A Mexican man who knows how to dance? Let me get my surprised face.” She deadpanned. I smirked; she was a ball buster, and I liked it.
“Oh, you got jokes?” I chuckled. “Come here, whitey, let me show you the things hips can do. It’s not part of your genetic makeup, but I’ve
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