Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Out on the floor of the casino, it’s loud and the crowd is growing. I would have preferred a high roller room, but the guys Franky brought are more like guppies than whales.
I see movement at the cocktail counter and walk toward it. They have a bar specifically for the high roller suites and the poker room. When the bartender mixes the drinks, it’s up to the waitresses to dress the drinks and grab any food orders.
I see my brunette at the window waiting on her drinks, and I wonder when she became my brunette. When I walk up behind her, I don’t know what I planned on saying, but I just blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.
“I need a drink.”
She turns around and looks me up and down before a smile tugs at the corner of her lips. “All right, sweetheart, I’ll get you another.” She has the audacity to wink at me and then turn back around.
If the view of her ass wasn’t so fucking good, I’d be upset. “I want all the drinks.”
I clench my fists at my side as she looks at me over her shoulder and then turns back around to face me. “What?”
“How many drinks do you get on a shift?”
She lets out a laugh and then shrugs. “I don’t know exactly, but it’s more about the tips than the beverages.”
The honest answer hits me in the chest. “How much would it take to get you off the floor tonight?”
Her eyes widen and she looks around. “Is there a problem? I’m sorry, I can bring you a shot, you just didn’t—”
“What would I have to pay to get you to take the night off?” I cut her off, but I don’t care.
She relaxes a little and shrugs one shoulder. “Oh no, that’s not an Ember question, that’s a Neil question.”
“That's your boyfriend?” I don’t like how my jaw aches when it pops.
“That’s my boss, who is right over there watching our interaction.” She reaches out and puts her hand on my arm like we’re deep in a pleasant conversion. “If he thinks you're angry, which honestly you look like you’ve been chewing on nails, he’ll probably give me the night off permanently.” She smiles so big it’s almost fake as she leans into me. “Pretty please with a cherry on top, if you don’t want me to be homeless, let me get back to work.”
I quickly glance back behind us to see the skinny blond manager leaning against the bar talking to someone but watching us.
She lets go of my arm and steps back, and I don’t like the distance between us. “I’ll grab you another drink and be right out.”
“Your name tag says Cherry.” Why am I speaking like I’ve just learned English? “You called yourself Ember.”
She flushes, and I’m treated to seeing her tits bounce as she goes up on her toes to reach the cocktail cherries.
“I can keep a secret if you can.” She pops a cherry into her mouth and winks.
How does she keep getting the best of me? “What time do you get off?”
“You wouldn’t want me to break more than one rule tonight, would you?”
I press my lips together so I don’t tell her yes. I glance down and see one of the snaps of her corset has already popped the stitches. A few more hours and who knows how many more will go. Could I really leave knowing any second those big beautiful tits could be on display?
“So it’s not about the desire, it’s about the permission?” I cock my head to the side, and she nibbles on her bottom lip. I wait a heartbeat before I nod and take a step back.
As I make my way over to the bar and to her manager, I feel her eyes on me. If I can’t get her off the floor, I might as well get her alone.
Chapter Three
Ember
“What the hell was that?” Diamond asks as she comes up beside me at the cocktail bar.
He’s still talking to Neil, but they’re too far away for me to hear what they’re saying. What in the world is he doing? I pray he’s not getting me in trouble, because he backed off when I told him I needed this job.
“I don’t know.” I’m not sure what the hell our encounter was.
He all but chased me out of the poker room. One second he looked like he wanted to throttle me and the next like he wanted to have his way with me. It’s confusing and maybe a little exciting too. I bite the inside of my lip so I don’t fidget.
“He keeps looking over here.” I knock her with my elbow, not wanting him to hear what we’re talking about.
Scott places the next round of drinks on my tray. “Thanks,” I tell him as he stares at my boobs then winks at me.