“Yes, Aunt Darla. I’m sorry,” she murmured. Her long dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her baby blue polo showcased a very large chest. Then there were her long tanned legs and round butt. And she was Darla’s niece. Interesting. Darla’s angry gaze shifted to mine and she let out a relieved sigh. “Oh good, Blaire you’re here. Maybe you can do something with this niece of mine. She’s on probation because she can’t seem to stop screwing the members while she’s on the clock. We aren’t a brothel. We are a country club. I’m going to have her ride with you for the next week and you are to watch her closely. She’s going to learn from you. Mister Woods sings your praises. He is very pleased with the job you’re doing and asked me to allow you to work in the dining room at least two days a week. I’m now looking for another cart girl, so I can’t afford to fire Bethann.” She said her niece’s name with a growl and glared back at her. The girl hung her head in shame. I felt sorry for her. I was terrified of upsetting Darla. I couldn’t imagine being yelled at like that. “Yes, ma’am,” I replied as she held out the cart keys for me. I took them and waited for Bethann to move toward me. “Go on with her now, girl. Don’t stand here and pout. I should call your daddy and tell him what you’re doing but I don’t have it in my to break my brother’s heart. So go out there and get some morals.” Darla pointed to the door and I didn’t wait around any longer. I hurried out the door and down the steps. I’d go get the drink cart ready and wait on Bethann there. “Hey, wait up,” the girl called from behind me. I stopped and looked back at her as she ran to catch up. “Sorry, that was brutal in there. I wish you hadn’t seen or heard it.” She was… nice. “That’s okay,” I replied. “I go by Bethy by the way. Not Bethann. That’s just what my dad calls me so my Aunt Darla does too. And you’re the infamous Blaire Wynn I’ve heard so much about.” The smile in her voice told me she wasn’t being mean. “I’m sorry if your aunt has shoved me down your throat.” I cut my eyes over at her and her bright red plump lips curved into a smile. “Oh, I wasn’t talking about my aunt. I was talking about the guys. Woods especially likes you a lot. I hear that you caused a little stir last night at that bitch Nan’s birthday party. Wish I could have seen that but the hired help doesn’t get invites to those things.” I loaded the cart while Bethy stood there watching me. She was twirling a lock of her long brown hair around her finger and smiling at me. “So, you’re my only in. Tell me all about it.” There wasn’t much to tell. I shrugged and walked over to get into the driver’s side once I had the cart loaded. “I went to the party because I’m sleeping under the stairs at Rush’s until I have enough money to move out which should be real soon. It was a mistake. He didn’t like me showing up. That’s about it.” Bethy plopped down on the seat beside me and crossed her legs. “That is not at all what I heard. Jace said that Rush saw Woods touching you and went ape shit.” “Jace misunderstood. Trust me. Rush doesn’t care who touches me.” Bethy sighed, “It sucks being the poor folks, doesn’t it? The hotties never look at us seriously. We’re just another fuck.” Was that really the way it was for her? Had she just given in and become the girl they tossed aside? She was too pretty for that. Guys back home would drool at her feet. They might not have millions in the bank but they were good guys from good families. “Aren’t there any attractive guys who aren’t filthy rich around? The crowd that comes here can’t be all there is to choose from. Surely you can find a guy who doesn’t cast you aside the next morning.” Bethy frowned and shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve always wanted to bag a millionaire, ya know? Live the good life.