license and his credit card. “Please.”
Looking at his credit card, I swiped and punched in his information to put the card on file. Before handing the cards back to him, I checked out his driver’s license again.
Colton Davis. Age twenty-six, I thought with a smile as I stared at the tough, non-smiling face in the photo.
“You were smiling at my driver’s license,” Colton pointed out as he reached out for his cards.
“I was smiling at your mug shot, tough guy,” I retorted, putting the cards in his hand.
He chuckled and my skin warmed at the sound. “They said not to smile,” he explained in defense of the photo.
“Well, you have a nice smile so…” I flirted, trailing my sentence off as I pushed the two pitchers of beer across the surface of the bar to him.
I always flirted with my customers. Actually, I flirted with everyone. It was second nature to me and it never meant anything. But when Colton held my gaze, my breath hitched.
“I knew you were flirting with me,” he said with a wink.
I tossed my head back and laughed. “You wish,” I called over my shoulder as I moved on to help the next person.
For the next few hours, Stephen and I worked like a well-oiled machine. I handled the right side of the bar while he handled the left. When he was busy and I was not, I helped him out…and vice versa. It wasn’t until almost midnight that there was a lull. The crowd had diminished to a few notable groups, some seated in VIP and several people on the dance floor.
Even though I was scanning the place to take stock of the number of people in the building, my eyes kept landing on the area where Colton was sitting. Colton and his friends were in one of the VIP sections. A waitress was assigned to every section so there was no need for him to return to the bar. But even though he hadn’t been back up to talk to me, throughout the night, I’d caught him staring at me.
He’s clearly interested and his eyes are gorgeous, I thought as he laughed at something his friend said. And he’s sexy as hell.
Leaning against the bar, I was lost in thought as I watched Colton.
“Earth to Mya!” Stephen barked as he held a heavy crate of clean glasses.
“Oh, sorry,” I apologized as I moved out of the way. Stephen set the crate on the bar and we quickly put the glasses away, wiping them down first.
“You see those chicks over there?” Stephen asked, gesturing with his head toward three women who looked like models. They were dancing wildly on the dance floor.
I nodded in response and he continued, “I’m going to see if they need another drink. And a place to stay tonight.”
“Yeah…okay,” I laughed sarcastically. “Go for it!”
Stephen glared at me. “You’re laughing at me? Do you think I won’t be able to get their numbers? You know I’m always up for a challenge.”
“You are going to ask for all of their numbers?” I asked him with wide eyes. “At the same time?” Stephen never ceased to amaze me with the size of his balls…figuratively speaking, of course. “You have a chance with one…maybe two if you keep your assholiness to a minimum…but all three? Not happening.”
“Challenge accepted. And I’m going to do it before they leave for the night. I need to get my game plan together to prove you wrong,” Stephen added, wiggling his eyebrows, before walking to his side of the bar to take an order.
I shook my head and looked back over to Colton’s group. I couldn’t do anything but laugh when our eyes met. For the tenth time, we were both caught staring at one another. This time, instead of looking away, I held his gaze. Kelsey’s words replayed in my mind.
“Mya, will you get Nicks for me please?” Stephen said urgently, forcing me to break the staring contest with Colton.
I looked over to Stephen and he was making drinks and grimacing. Without answering, I moved from behind the bar and headed across the room to Nicks’ office. My hips naturally swayed when I
Looking at his credit card, I swiped and punched in his information to put the card on file. Before handing the cards back to him, I checked out his driver’s license again.
Colton Davis. Age twenty-six, I thought with a smile as I stared at the tough, non-smiling face in the photo.
“You were smiling at my driver’s license,” Colton pointed out as he reached out for his cards.
“I was smiling at your mug shot, tough guy,” I retorted, putting the cards in his hand.
He chuckled and my skin warmed at the sound. “They said not to smile,” he explained in defense of the photo.
“Well, you have a nice smile so…” I flirted, trailing my sentence off as I pushed the two pitchers of beer across the surface of the bar to him.
I always flirted with my customers. Actually, I flirted with everyone. It was second nature to me and it never meant anything. But when Colton held my gaze, my breath hitched.
“I knew you were flirting with me,” he said with a wink.
I tossed my head back and laughed. “You wish,” I called over my shoulder as I moved on to help the next person.
For the next few hours, Stephen and I worked like a well-oiled machine. I handled the right side of the bar while he handled the left. When he was busy and I was not, I helped him out…and vice versa. It wasn’t until almost midnight that there was a lull. The crowd had diminished to a few notable groups, some seated in VIP and several people on the dance floor.
Even though I was scanning the place to take stock of the number of people in the building, my eyes kept landing on the area where Colton was sitting. Colton and his friends were in one of the VIP sections. A waitress was assigned to every section so there was no need for him to return to the bar. But even though he hadn’t been back up to talk to me, throughout the night, I’d caught him staring at me.
He’s clearly interested and his eyes are gorgeous, I thought as he laughed at something his friend said. And he’s sexy as hell.
Leaning against the bar, I was lost in thought as I watched Colton.
“Earth to Mya!” Stephen barked as he held a heavy crate of clean glasses.
“Oh, sorry,” I apologized as I moved out of the way. Stephen set the crate on the bar and we quickly put the glasses away, wiping them down first.
“You see those chicks over there?” Stephen asked, gesturing with his head toward three women who looked like models. They were dancing wildly on the dance floor.
I nodded in response and he continued, “I’m going to see if they need another drink. And a place to stay tonight.”
“Yeah…okay,” I laughed sarcastically. “Go for it!”
Stephen glared at me. “You’re laughing at me? Do you think I won’t be able to get their numbers? You know I’m always up for a challenge.”
“You are going to ask for all of their numbers?” I asked him with wide eyes. “At the same time?” Stephen never ceased to amaze me with the size of his balls…figuratively speaking, of course. “You have a chance with one…maybe two if you keep your assholiness to a minimum…but all three? Not happening.”
“Challenge accepted. And I’m going to do it before they leave for the night. I need to get my game plan together to prove you wrong,” Stephen added, wiggling his eyebrows, before walking to his side of the bar to take an order.
I shook my head and looked back over to Colton’s group. I couldn’t do anything but laugh when our eyes met. For the tenth time, we were both caught staring at one another. This time, instead of looking away, I held his gaze. Kelsey’s words replayed in my mind.
“Mya, will you get Nicks for me please?” Stephen said urgently, forcing me to break the staring contest with Colton.
I looked over to Stephen and he was making drinks and grimacing. Without answering, I moved from behind the bar and headed across the room to Nicks’ office. My hips naturally swayed when I
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