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Chapter 4 from Annie's POV

Fuck, I was tired. It'd been a long shift already, and I still had a couple more hours to go. All I wanted to do was get home, take a bubble bath, and go to bed. I was so damn horny, though. I'd have to work in a session with my "rabbit" tonight if I wanted to be able to sleep.

I was heading back to the bar to pick up drinks for one of my tables when the sexiest man I'd ever seen walked through the door. He was tall—he had to be about six feet—with muscles that were rippling under his tight T-shirt. And that ass. Oh my God! I prayed he would sit down in my section.

I watched as he glanced around the room. He caught my eye, smiled a gorgeous big grin, and then resumed looking around the rest of the room. He must have seen what he was looking for because the smile dropped from his face and he started moving purposefully across the floor.

Please, oh please! Yes!

He took a seat at a booth right across from the bar, right in my section. That would make the next two hours much, much more enjoyable.

I spent the next twenty minutes moving among the tables, glancing every so often at the gorgeous guy in the booth nursing a Corona. Suddenly, he caught my eye and motioned to his bottle. I nodded my head and turned toward the bar.

Grabbing a new beer, I made my way to him. When he smiled at me, I felt a pull all the way down to my toes and everywhere in between. And his voice!

I told him to give me a sign if he wanted another beer and then turned and walked off, giving my hips an extra sway.

Several minutes later, I looked over to the dance floor and saw a cute brunette in a short dress dancing with a stunning, but almost dangerous-looking man with long, black hair. They were wrapped up in a dance so hot, I would have sworn they could burn up the atmosphere around them. It seemed like everyone in the bar thought so, as no one could take their eyes off them. Even the sexy guy in the booth was watching them.

Watching his face tighten in a look I knew oh-so-well right now, I decided to take pity on him. I grabbed a fresh beer, pulled out some of my tips to give to Mark behind the bar, and then walked over to the booth.

"My treat. You looked like you needed a new one."

He grinned and introduced himself before asking what time I got off tonight.

My immediate answer in my head was, As soon as possible, but instead, I told him my name and two o'clock. "Why?"

When he suggested a late dinner or early breakfast, my insides flipped.

"This have anything to do with the couple on the dance floor? They're pretty damn sexy, and—" I paused, peeked at the growing bulge in his jeans "—it seems like you're definitely getting worked up watching them."

He held up his hands in surrender. "Just food, Annie, I promise!" Then his smile grew even bigger, and he winked at me.

"Two o'clock, then. See you in a while, Les." I strolled off, shaking my ass for him. Dry spell, usted tiene más de!

A couple of minutes later, I watched him pull out his cell phone and speak into it. Suddenly, he stood up and walked over toward the bar. Damn, I hope he isn't leaving!

I was checking on the tables near the dance floor when I was pulled out of my thoughts by a hand on my arm.

"Hey, sugar, could you take this, order a margarita and a Corona, and deliver 'em to that booth there? Tell 'em my treat," the man at the table said. He was kind of creeping me out, holding on to my arm and giving me this odd look.

I shook my arm loose. "Sure," I said, moving away quickly.

I walked over by Les at the bar and told Mark the order. When I turned back around, I was close enough that I brushed my breasts against Les's arm, and I felt my nipples pucker into hard little nubs.

"See ya later, handsome," I whispered as I moved away to the booth where the hot couple from the dance floor was now sitting.

I set the drinks down and pointed to the man at the table near them, letting them know the drinks were from him.

I got busy delivering drinks for the next few minutes, and when I looked across the dance floor, the man with the long hair had pulled his date up on his lap. From the looks of it, they were involved in something extremely hot and heavy. I knew I should probably stopped them, but damn! It was sexy! They weren't hurting anyone. After looking around to make sure no one was bothered, I decided to let it go.

Finally, they stood up and started making their way to the door. I was bringing drinks to another table when Les caught my eye and mouthed to me, "I'll be back in a few minutes."

I nodded and turned back to my table.

The next time I turned around, Les was there, sitting at the bar as he nursed a club soda. When he smiled at me, I smiled back and headed across to my final table for the night. I handed them their drinks and made my way back to the bar.

When I got to him, I leaned up against him, pressing myself against his arm and shoulder. My lips touched his ear and I whispered, "I'll be right out, Les." Then I went to the back to grab my purse and clock out.

While there, I grabbed a couple of the other girls who were already getting ready to leave for the night. "Hey, Shel, Tracy... Did you see the hot guy I was flirting with at the booth and then at the bar?"

Shelly shook her head, but Tracy nodded. "Lester...something, right? Santiago, maybe?" She pursed her lips, and then her eyes lit up. "No, Lester Santos! I've seen him around a few times, and remember when my uncle's jewelry store was robbed? I was there when cutie pie out there came in to take the report. He's a cop or something. Good guy."

"Why?" Shelly asked, raising an eyebrow. "Got a hot date?"

I grinned. "Actually, yes. Well, sort of." Laughing, I said, "I'm gonna take him down to the diner to get something to eat."

They smiled and said they'd see me the next time we were on shift together, and then I left the back room and made my way to the bar.

I could feel Lester's eyes on me as I walked back to him. Putting my hand on his arm, I gave it a squeeze. "Hey, handsome, you ready to go? The diner I'm thinking of is two blocks to the north. We could walk."

He nodded and said, "Do you need to tell—"

Laughing, I asked, "Why, Mr. Santos, are you worried about my safety?"

I could see his surprise when he raised an eyebrow, and I shrugged.

"I asked around. Someone recognized you and said you were a good guy. She said you were some kind of cop?"

I laughed again when he said he'd been working, and I couldn't help but tease about what kind of job he must have where he can sit in the bar and drink.

It wasn't too cold out as we walked out of the club. I listened while Les told me about his job as we walked.

We arrived at the diner, and when Les opened the door for me, I ducked under his arm and went inside. I snagged a booth toward the back, and Les slid in across from me.

After we ordered, Les asked about my life. I told him about my dad, school, and the Peace Corps, and then I asked him more about himself.

I listened as he told me more about his job at RangeMan, his family, friends, and free time. When he apologized for not telling me more about his job, I smiled and assured him it was okay. Was I disappointed? Yeah, a little, but it wasn't something I could change, so it was something I would live with if I wanted to get to know him more.

We spent the next several hours eating and talking. I excused myself to use the ladies room. When I got back to the booth, Les grabbed my hand before I could sit down across from him and pulled me down beside him. I fell into the booth, landing half on his lap. We laughed and I smiled to myself when he pulled me the rest of the way up onto his lap. It gave me the perfect advantage point to still be able to see him as we talked.

We'd been talking for hours by the time the sun came up, and it was finally catching up to us, as we both began yawning uncontrollably. Les paid the tab, and we set out back to the club to get our vehicles.

As we left the diner, I felt his warm hand reach for mine, and I slipped my fingers through his. We walked quietly, just enjoying a few minutes of the gorgeous morning.

When we got back to the club, I led him to my car. "I had a good time, Les," I said, smiling up at him.

"I did, too, Annie. Definitely the most fun I've ever had after a distraction. Can I call you?"

I got my cell phone out of my bag, handed it to him, and snagged his from his belt. He laughed and started putting in his phone number into my phone. I programmed my number in, setting my ringtone to "It's a Hard Knock Life," which was hidden in amongst all the other ringtones. Someone was a closet Annie fan... I chuckled before handing it back to him.

I felt Lester's arms go around me, and I tilted my head back to look up at him. He pulled me closer to him as I closed my eyes. Soon, I felt his lips soft on mine. We broke away a minute later, breathing hard.

"Wow," I whispered.

"Yeah," he breathed out. "Wow is a good word."

Then he leaned down, and this time, his lips were more forceful against mine. I leaned into him, my hands moving up his back, feeling his strength. When his tongue snaked out and slipped between my lips, I moaned and wiggled my hips against him for a minute.

When we finally broke apart, I said, "Call me, Les. Anytime. And be careful at work." I smiled, got into the car, and started it up.

He knocked on the window before I could pull away. I rolled it down and he leaned in and gave me another quick kiss before patting the top of the car. As I drove away, I waved over my shoulder and watched in my rear view mirror as he jogged over to his truck on the other side of the lot.

I drove the rest of the way home, smiling. I'd been home for about two minutes when my phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, I couldn't help but grin.

"Hey, Les," I answered with a chuckle. "That was fast!"

"I just wanted to make sure you got home okay," he said, sounding a bit shy.

"I did, thanks. That was sweet." I grinned, even knowing he couldn't see me. "Gotta get some sleep before heading back to the job hunt. Talk to you again soon?"

"Sure thing, gorgeous. Bye." He hung up.

I couldn't resist. I immediately dialed his phone. When he answered, he was laughing. "You found my hidden stash, huh?"

Laughing, I said, "I couldn't help it. I love that soundtrack. I didn't really have a reason to call other than to tell you to stop by the club the next night you have off and I'll get you a beer on the house."

"Thanks, Annie, I will. See you again soon, okay?"

I agreed and then hung up and went to lie down. I fell asleep immediately with a smile on my face, knowing what my dreams would consist of this time around.

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A/N: Lester & Annie's story continues in "Casanova's Angel."

Translation:

usted tiene más de (you are over)