CHAPTER EIGHT
I wasn’t going to make clocking in drunk a habit but for now, it worked. I needed to be inebriated after that emotionally draining conversation with Abel. Hush looked at me from the dish room. I could feel his hot eyes clocking my every movement.
He was like my personal bodyguard after the shit with Mr. Handlebar Mustache happened.
I walked into the break room and he followed me. He wasn’t close enough to creep me out but I could tell he was watching out for me. I had my back to him while I hung my bag up and grabbed my phone but I could tell he was there.
I spun around before he could vanish again and it caught him off guard. “Hush, thank you for saving my life last night.” I gave him a hug and he stood stiff like a statue again. “You can hug me back. I don’t bite,” I sighed. Reluctantly, he patted my back with a heavy palm. “You get off late tonight?” I asked him.
“Yeah,” he sat and I sat across from him. The chair whined under his bulk.
“Me too. Wanna grab something to eat when we leave?”
“No.” He stood up and walked out, leaving me alone. Goddamn weirdo. On my way to the bar, Treasure stopped me with a big hug.
“Are you okay, Luce?”
“I’m fine, Treasure.”
“If you need to take off early tonight, then it’s fine.”
“I’m fine,” I repeated. I tied an apron around my waist and started taking orders, getting bottles ready and mixing drinks. The night was moving so quickly, I barely had time to breathe. I did rack up on tips though. My bra was full. My cups definitely runneth over.
During last call, I saw a pair of familiar eyes watching me. I gave a wave and he waved back, then he maneuvered his way to the bar and sat right where I was stationed. “Where’s Nora?” I asked over the noise.
“Good evening to you too, Lucy.”
“Good evening, Eric. Where’s Nora?” I asked, shaking a bottle and tossing it in the air for a customer nearby.
“Home. I told her I was stopping by to see what kind of bar you worked at. She didn’t want to tag along.” Eric turned his head to the left and right then nodded slowly. “It’s nice. Looks like you uh…make good tips.” He averted his eyes quickly and I grinned, mashing my tits together. They weren’t huge but they got the job done.
“I do. Like I said, I only need a place to catch my breath. Now, if you’ll excuse me,” I leaned over the bar and slid my customer her drink.
“Thanks, doll!” She called and tucked a fifty in my bra. I blew her a kiss and glanced at Eric.
“Do you want something or you wanna keep spying on me until I clock out?”
“What drink do I have to order to get you to do tricks?” He smiled and Jesus I saw why my sister fucked him every night. It was a dangerous smile.
“Something dirty.” I leaned over, elbows on the bar and watched Eric’s brown eyes drop.
“Okay, give me a Leg Spreader. Put a little extra spread in it.” He winked and I laughed with a nod. Was this the same dry ass motherfucker that drank wine with his lasagna dinner?
“You know there are no chasers in that drink, right?”
“I’m well aware of what I ordered, sweetheart.” Like I said, Eric was an asshole. It oozed off of him and I didn’t know how the fuck Nora missed it. She must have been focused on something else.
Eric was the type of guy you fucked. Not the type you got engaged to. He was arrogant and fine and he knew it all.
I flipped a few bottles and poured his drink then slid it to him. He produced a rolled up hundred dollar bill and slid it right between my tits. I rolled my eyes and thanked him then I watched him pound the drink like it was a glass of water.
“See you at home, Lucy,” he chuckled and left the bar. He was my last customer for the night. Thank God. He was sexy and all but he was Nora’s.
In the break room, I counted up my tips and pumped my fist in the air when I realized I made a little over one thousand dollars. I was going to treat myself. I paused in putting my money away when I saw Hush grabbing his things.
“Want me to clock you out, Hush?”
“Yeah.” He nodded and kept grabbing his things. I plucked his time card between my fingers and smirked.
“Only if you grab some food with me.” He paused and glared at me. I held his precious time card in my hand and I wasn’t giving it back until I knew he’d hang out with me.
“No,” he growled.
“Please? I just want to treat you to say thanks for everything. Don’t be such a dick.”
“No.” He stalked over to me and completely eclipsed my frame. I wasn’t a short girl either. Hush had to be like six foot seven or something like that. How did they measure trees anyway? That’s what the fuck he was. A damn tree.
“Please, Hush?” I squeaked. My stomach knotted up once he was directly over top of me, staring me down like he could snap me in half. He gripped my wrist in his hand and took the time card from me like he was taking something from a child.
“No,” he repeated with a snort.
“Fine. Fuck you, Hush. I was trying to do something nice for you since everyone walks around here acting like you don’t fucking exist but I’ll go back to being one of those people since you like it that way. Asshole.” I snatched my bag down, clocked out and headed to my car.
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