Fourteen
E
It's Friday night, and we're busier than ever. I heard a rumor that one of the other bars in town got shut down by the health inspector. Rebar is happy to reap the benefits of the extra foot traffic.
Bella is busy slinging drinks and schmoozing customers, oblivious to how sinful she looks in the cut-off jean skirt and tight tank top she's wearing tonight.
She's garnering a lot of attention from the male patrons, and I hate it. Jealousy isn't a feeling I'm used to but watching her flirt with the steroid-enhanced jerk at the other end of the bar has me seeing red.
"So, what time do you get off?" he asks, leaning across the counter, much too close to her for my liking.
Bella just giggles all innocent like and flits off to grab a couple beers. He watches her walk away with greedy eyes.
"Hey, Bella."
She looks up with flushed cheeks. She's obviously enjoying the attention, and I fucking hate it. "Yeah?"
"Am I still giving you a ride home tonight?" I ask loudly, hoping the dick takes the hint.
"Of course," Bella says, licking her lips. "You always give me a ride." Is it just me or do her words hold a different meaning? My dick is instantly awake.
Bella's friend thanks her for the beers and sulks off with his tail between his legs.
I'm making a few shots when she sidles up next to me, unnecessarily reaching across me for a bottle of vodka. Her tits press against my arm, and I'm assaulted by the citrusy scent of her shampoo. She does this often, and it's torture.
"I would have handed that to you if you asked," I tell her for the millionth time.
"I got it." She smiles coyly. "I'm not interested in beefheads, by the way."
"Never said you were."
"Uh-huh. Your green-eyed monster isn't as easy to hide as you think it is." She moves to the other end of the bar without looking back, and I can't stop staring at her delectable ass in that skirt.
I'm in so much trouble and thinking maybe I need to instill a dress code if this is ever going to work out.
The woman waiting for the shots clears her throat, reminding me where I am and what I should be doing. I apologize and get back to work.
"It's okay." She smiles. "I'd have a problem keeping things professional too if I were you." She takes the tray and walks off, and I grab a rag to clean up my mess.
Roid rage eventually comes back up to the bar and blatantly ignores me, choosing to wait for Bella to finish catching up on her orders.
When it's his turn, he says something that makes her glare, so I move closer.
"So what if I prefer grown men over frat boys?" she says, shaking a cocktail.
He watches her tits move and jiggle, and I have to stop myself before I intervene and kick him out of my bar.
I ask him what he wants and grab a couple IPAs, popping the caps and sliding them across the bar top.
"That'll be fourteen bucks."
He slaps the cash on the counter and stalks away.
"I can handle myself, you know?" Bella tells me with a knowing smile. "I'm a big girl."
"I know you are."