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stressing each syllable. “But that’s as far as it goes. I don’t allow anything more than some cheap feels, you understand? I’m not asking you to prostitute yourself. This is no brothel. I am, however, selling overpriced booze and food, and it’s my Bitches that keep my customers coming back to the Wolf’s Den for more. That fact is I shouldn’t even be considering someone your age for this job. But then again, you’ve got the physical attributes, and maybe,” he said, dropping his voice an octave, “you’ve secretly wanted to get paid to flaunt that beautiful body of yours.” He leaned back in his chair, watching her, waiting for her response.
    “That’s not true. I never thought I’d work in a place where I would dress like this or be talked to like a low-class tart and told that I was expected to allow men or women to touch me because it was all part of the job. However…”
    “However,” he said, his eyes as cold as his voice, “you said exactly what I thought you would. Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out. You’ve wasted enough of my time.”

Chapter Three
     
    Damn him for baiting her into providing an excuse to end the interview. She knew he was right, she should leave, but she wasn’t giving up without a fight. She was already behind on her rent, and she desperately needed to put her bank account right. He had no idea how badly she needed this job. She was pretty much alone in the world with no one to turn to for help.
    Rhonda had told her she could move in with her until she was back on her feet, but that really wasn’t an option. She’d seen Rhonda’s small but homey apartment that was barely big enough for Rhonda and her family. Maura couldn’t let this opportunity just slip through her fingers because she was thought to be too young or inexperienced.
    She had to do something to turn the interview around and fast. It was obvious by the stack of applications on his desk that he had plenty of women to choose from. She had to convince him to hire her, and if it meant humbling herself to do it, then that’s what she would do. Besides, she only had to stay long enough to get out of debt and then she could tell him exactly where he could put his job.
    “You still here?” Max looked up, his expressive blue eyes flashing with annoyance.
    “I want this job,” she said, standing up, putting both hands flat on his desk.
    She looked directly into his eyes. “I can do this. Just because I said it wasn’t something I’ve done before doesn’t mean I can’t do it and do it well. I appreciate your honesty about what to expect, and now I’m going to be honest with you. I’m an excellent server, and I know how to handle myself around men and women when they’re happy, sad, angry, and/or frustrated.” She bit her lip, not breaking eye contact, daring him to tell her to leave.
    “Is that right? Well, you could have fooled me. I don’t hire women who don’t have a clue what it’s like to work in a bar that caters to an after-hours crowd.”
    “I just need a chance to prove myself. You know Rhonda wouldn’t recommend me if she didn’t think I could do the job. Believe me when I tell you that I will not only be one of the best Bitches you’ve ever hired, I’ll be the best. In fact, if after the first week, you don’t think I’m good enough, I’ll give back all my tips.” Where did I find the courage to say that?
    His stare was hard and unnerving, but she didn’t back down. She had to make him believe she wasn’t some naïve kid who couldn’t handle herself when confronted with his more-than-rowdy customers. He continued to stare at her. Don’t cry, or it will all be over.
    “I know you think I’m too young or inexperienced or whatever it is you think, but I’m a lot tougher than you could possibly know. I’ve been on my own since I was eighteen years old, and I know how to take care of myself. I had a lot to learn and I did so in short order, and I’m the