convincing him otherwise, to losing herself in the control of such a confident man.
She carried the glasses back into the kitchen and began dumping their contents into a big trash can and loading them into the empty spaces of the dishwasher trays. Mary had just finished loading the pint glasses and was washing her hands in the sink.
“Here.” Mary handed Lille a stack of papers, slightly damp from having beer spilled on them.
“What’s this?” Lille lifted a card from the top of the stack.
“Your admirers.” Mary grinned. “No one reacted this way to me the first time I visited the bar.”
“You’re more subtle,” Lille argued automatically, sifting quickly through the various scraps of paper and cards. She didn’t intend to keep any of them, but she made a mental note of the names. She would remember them.
Tonight there were mostly phone numbers, though a few comments had been added that were downright lewd. One bothered her, though. It was a business card, simple with black lettering, but there was no name, just an address in Las Vegas and a handwritten phone number.
She felt every muscle in her body tense and she unconsciously ground her teeth.
“Lille, you okay?”
Lille jerked her head toward Mary and stared blankly at her for a moment before taking a deep breath.
“I’m fine. Just thought I recognized one of the names.”
Lille dumped the stack of digits in the big trash, palming the card with the Vegas address. As soon as Mary turned her back to walk to the bar, Lille shoved the card in her bra.
The two women worked in concert to clear the main room while Max and Carl cleaned behind the bar. Lille could hear the two of them arguing as they replaced glasses in the hanging racks.
“You really should quit, you know. Uncle probably would’ve lived another ten years.”
“Fuck off, Carl.”
Man of few words, Max, Lille thought, which was fine with her; talking was often overrated. The edges of the card in her bra poked her skin as she wiped tables, something she would have refused to do without gloves if she hadn’t been so distracted. She noted the chip in one of her nails with a faint frown of displeasure. A girl’s hands gave away her age faster than anything else.
When all the cleanup was finished and Carl had left with the band—they were going to an after-party in Miami—the only people who remained were Lille, Max, and Mary.
Mary was on the phone with John. “I’ll bring Bambi, come over there and get Atticus, maybe stay for a bit.”
Lille glanced at Max. He was watching her as he dried a pint glass with a hand towel. His jaw had darkened with stubble and his eyes were lambent with a subtle, hot desire.
Enjoying the distraction of him, Lille let lust take over the nagging worry over the card nestled in her bra.
“How’s the new kid doing?” Mary asked John, sounding concerned. Mary had told Lille about the too-skinny eighteen-year-old they’d hired to work part-time at the Box.
She’s always had a soft spot for wounded creatures, Lille thought with a faint sneer, though she had a sneaking suspicion that Mary lumped Lille in with that same group.
“That’s good,” Mary said. “Well, he and Jordan should be fine by themselves with the security guard there, right? We can go upstairs.” She glanced up at Lille and gave her a wicked grin. “Because being around Max and Lille has made me horny.”
Lille rolled her eyes, but she was glad that Mary intended to take off—she could have Lille’s convertible—because after watching those muscles rippling behind the bar all night, Lille had an itch to fuck Max right here in the bar before she went back to his place.
“You off to get laid, lass?” Max asked Mary when she hung up. “She took to it like a proper slut,” he informed Lille. “Now she can’t get enough.”
“That’s right,” Mary agreed with a grin, and moved to hug Lille good-bye, kissing her on the cheek. Lille dug the convertible keys out of
She carried the glasses back into the kitchen and began dumping their contents into a big trash can and loading them into the empty spaces of the dishwasher trays. Mary had just finished loading the pint glasses and was washing her hands in the sink.
“Here.” Mary handed Lille a stack of papers, slightly damp from having beer spilled on them.
“What’s this?” Lille lifted a card from the top of the stack.
“Your admirers.” Mary grinned. “No one reacted this way to me the first time I visited the bar.”
“You’re more subtle,” Lille argued automatically, sifting quickly through the various scraps of paper and cards. She didn’t intend to keep any of them, but she made a mental note of the names. She would remember them.
Tonight there were mostly phone numbers, though a few comments had been added that were downright lewd. One bothered her, though. It was a business card, simple with black lettering, but there was no name, just an address in Las Vegas and a handwritten phone number.
She felt every muscle in her body tense and she unconsciously ground her teeth.
“Lille, you okay?”
Lille jerked her head toward Mary and stared blankly at her for a moment before taking a deep breath.
“I’m fine. Just thought I recognized one of the names.”
Lille dumped the stack of digits in the big trash, palming the card with the Vegas address. As soon as Mary turned her back to walk to the bar, Lille shoved the card in her bra.
The two women worked in concert to clear the main room while Max and Carl cleaned behind the bar. Lille could hear the two of them arguing as they replaced glasses in the hanging racks.
“You really should quit, you know. Uncle probably would’ve lived another ten years.”
“Fuck off, Carl.”
Man of few words, Max, Lille thought, which was fine with her; talking was often overrated. The edges of the card in her bra poked her skin as she wiped tables, something she would have refused to do without gloves if she hadn’t been so distracted. She noted the chip in one of her nails with a faint frown of displeasure. A girl’s hands gave away her age faster than anything else.
When all the cleanup was finished and Carl had left with the band—they were going to an after-party in Miami—the only people who remained were Lille, Max, and Mary.
Mary was on the phone with John. “I’ll bring Bambi, come over there and get Atticus, maybe stay for a bit.”
Lille glanced at Max. He was watching her as he dried a pint glass with a hand towel. His jaw had darkened with stubble and his eyes were lambent with a subtle, hot desire.
Enjoying the distraction of him, Lille let lust take over the nagging worry over the card nestled in her bra.
“How’s the new kid doing?” Mary asked John, sounding concerned. Mary had told Lille about the too-skinny eighteen-year-old they’d hired to work part-time at the Box.
She’s always had a soft spot for wounded creatures, Lille thought with a faint sneer, though she had a sneaking suspicion that Mary lumped Lille in with that same group.
“That’s good,” Mary said. “Well, he and Jordan should be fine by themselves with the security guard there, right? We can go upstairs.” She glanced up at Lille and gave her a wicked grin. “Because being around Max and Lille has made me horny.”
Lille rolled her eyes, but she was glad that Mary intended to take off—she could have Lille’s convertible—because after watching those muscles rippling behind the bar all night, Lille had an itch to fuck Max right here in the bar before she went back to his place.
“You off to get laid, lass?” Max asked Mary when she hung up. “She took to it like a proper slut,” he informed Lille. “Now she can’t get enough.”
“That’s right,” Mary agreed with a grin, and moved to hug Lille good-bye, kissing her on the cheek. Lille dug the convertible keys out of
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