I chuckle. “Quit assuming something is wrong.” I walk over to her. “I wanted to let you know I gave you Rachel’s section tonight along with your own.”
She looks up at me, those blue eyes wide. “Case, that’s too much. I can’t …”
“Yes, you can,” I interrupt her with a snort. Then I point over at the bar. “Jackie and Bryan will help you out. So if you have any problems, just let them know.”
She nods her head slowly as she still doubts herself. “If you have any problems you need me to handle, go to the bar and tell Bryan to call me. He has a radio, and I can be down here in seconds.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
TAYLOR
I stand at the end of the bar as I try to remember what it was my newest table had needed. I have a shitty memory. I would write it down on my arm, but I would run out of room eventually.
“What do you need, Taylor?” Bryan yells as he leans over the end of the bar.
“I need three Jäger bombs and three wet pussy shots,” I yell back.
“I’d love the chance to give you a wet pussy,” he says with a wink before he spins around to make my shots.
I laugh. Bryan is a real nice guy, and he flirts with everyone. I wonder if he’s always been that way or if it just comes naturally ‘cause he’s been a bartender for so long. I got a chance to talk to him earlier before we opened. He told me that he is thirty-five and was bartending before he was even old enough to get into a bar.
“How you doing, Taylor? Do you need any help?”
I look over at Jackie as she stands beside me, her tray on the bar. They’ve all been so helpful tonight, even being short one waitress. I about freaked when Jackie walked into the locker room and told me that the other waitress, Mel, had called in sick. Thankfully, Jackie offered to take her section.
“I’m good. Things are going well,” I assure her with a head nod.
“Great.” She gives me a big smile and then throws her bleach blond hair over her shoulder.
Bryan walks up to us with my shots. He places them on my tray and then looks over at her to take her order.
I take a deep breath before I lift my tray and start to make my way through the crowd. The one good thing about taking Rachel’s section is that she has one of the private rooms. I like working in it. It’s easier to get around ‘cause it’s not that crammed packed full of people.
I walk into the room and place the tray down on the coffee table. A man who looks to be in his early thirties bends down and distributes the drinks between the men and the women in the room.
I grab my tray and walk out, promising to check on them in a few minutes. As soon as I walk out of the room, I hear a woman scream out above the music. I look to my left and see Savannah running toward me, my brother following behind her.
“Hey,” I say loudly as I pull her in for a hug.
“Oh, my God.” She squeals as she pulls away. “Girl, you look fucking hot in this outfit.” She looks down at my boobs, and I blush. “Doesn’t she look hot, Blane?” she asks, and he looks sick. Face white and trying to look anywhere else in the club but at me. I give a smug smile; it’s about time he realizes how uncomfortable it is to be showing too much around me. That’s how I feel all the time.
“Where is your section?” she asks.
I point over to the back corner of the club. “Those three high-top tables against the wall.”
“Okay. Blane, go get us a seat,” she calls out to him as she points to what table she wants.
“What do you want to drink?”
She follows me over to the bar as she tells me what they want.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
BLANE
I sit back in the far corner and watch my sister and girlfriend laugh as they stand at the bar. This is not okay! I thought her working here would be okay, but it’s not as if I had a choice in the matter. Still doesn’t mean I fucking like it.
I watch as a guy walks by her, and his eyes linger on her ass as she bends over the bar to order a drink. I fist my hands on the table. She is my sister, and I’m a man. I know what men think when they look at a woman dressed like that. Hell, I look at Savannah dressed like that when we go out. I encourage her when she wears clothes that show off her sexy body. But that is because she is mine. I can place my hands on her and say look all you want motherfuckers but she’s going home with me. I can’t look at it that way with my sister.
