She blushed. Thanks goodness it was pretty dark in the club. A small nod and a smile was all she could give him. All the while as her back was turned to him, she felt his eyes all over her body, her heart beating twice as fast as she poured the drinks, envisioning his hands, big and strong, all over her.

She swallowed down the knot in her throat as he handed her 30 Dollar, pressing it into her soft, small hand, his thumb tracing the tattoo on her wrist.

"The rest is for you. Mind bringing the Tequila's over to our table?"

She shook her head, licking her lips a little, before biting down on it rather hard, trying to stay conscious.

God, how could that guy do all this to her just with his eyes, his voice and his touch?

Just imagine what he could do with his body.

She shook her head again, trying to get that thought out of her mind again.

"Sure, no problem."

He flashed her a smile, showing his perfect white teeth and she was done.

He got up, taking the four beers, nodding to her, before making his way over to their table.

She couldn't take her eyes off him. God, what a perfect body he had: his jeans so tight, you could almost see every muscle of his ass and his thighs through them.

Someone cleared his throat and she was brought back to reality.

Dylan smirked. "Seems like you got the hots for someone."

God, her co-worker could be annoying as hell, but he knew he was right… and she knew it, too.

She smiled, shaking her head. "Can you blame me? Just look at the man!"

Dylan shrugged and leaned closer to her, whispering in her ear.

"Don't get your hopes up too high."

She pulled back a bit, looking at him curiously. "What do you mean?"

Dylan took a glance over at the table, before looking straight into her eyes.

"Randy Orton, pro-wrestler. He lives here with his wife and daughter."

Her heart almost stopped beating, her smile dropped.

"Comes here every two or three weeks on his few days off. He doesn't even look at the girls here, let alone touch them. You want one of them, take one of the two smaller ones. They're singles as far as I know."

She looked over at their table, her eyes instantly falling on Randy again, biting her lip, her eyes full of disappointment.

"Yeah… guess you're right. I don't need a married guy now, huh?"

Dylan chuckled and shook his head, kissing her cheek.

"Do your job, hun. They're waiting for their Tequila's."

She let out a long sigh, nodding, taking the glasses out to fill them, her mind drifting off.

*Would have been too good to be true.* was all she thought.

She put the bottle away again, placing the glasses on a tray, adjusting her uniform and taking a deep breath before walking over to them.

Arriving at their table, she sent them her best fake "I love all costumers"-smile.

"Here guys, your shots."

The two smallest looked over at her, nodding, one of them -seemingly the youngest- smirking.

"Thanks, babe."

She took a deep breath. God, how she hated when strangers called her babe. Despise this, she smiled, just as Randy looked up at her, stopping his conversation with John. He roamed her body with his eyes, taking in every curve of her. He licked his lips, not going un-noticed by her, and she was done.

*Why the fuck does he have to be married?*

Thoughts of his tongue exploring her body suddenly took over her mind. She snapped out of it as she heard his voice.

"Wouldn't mind serving us all night, would you?"

She bit her lip, clearing her throat and shook her head.

"Sorry, I need to stay behind the bar."

His smile disappeared, but he nodded as one of his friends laughed, smacking his back.

"You should have known that. A classy lady like that doesn't want anything to do with dudes like us."

She tilted her head, arching a brow, not really knowing how to take it: ironic or as a compliment. She took a breath and shook her head.

"Really sorry." And with that she turned on her heals and walked back to the bar.

*Shit… he's married… never mind.*

Her thoughts were still on the disappointed look on his face, trying to figure what it meant, as Dylan nudged her side about quarter of an hour later.

"Want to take your break now?"

She looked around the club. It had cooled down a bit, the under-aged finally left, most of the people looked as if they were too much into dancing or talking than to come over to the bar. Dylan could handle it alone. She nodded, sending him a short smile.

"Yeah, I think some fresh air would be nice."

Grabbing her phone and her cigarettes, she kissed Dylan's cheek and was out of the front door.

She never went out back, too boring there. In front of the club, she at least had the chance to listen on on someone's conversation.