I wipe them down and lift the chairs on top. Shina will want to sweep and mop before finally calling it a night.
She can't stand her heels sticking to the floor, or the sound it makes.
The more I help the quicker we’ll be out of here, and I can finally fuck her within an inch of her life.
I almost had her outside, but those drunktards ruined it. Fuck I could have covered her mouth to keep her quiet while pounding her hot ass against the concrete wall.
I must have gotten lost in a fantasy of my own because the girls giggle behind me, and the music cuts off.
Shina enters a few moments later with a smirk pointed at me and a bottle of Pinesol floor cleaner.
“Pay, your man is out front, babe. Saw him on the security cameras. We really need to hire some new people,” she mutters, taking in how I am doing someone else's job, then walks to the small closet behind the bar, housing the mop and broom.
“Oh, thanks. I forgot to turn my phone back on. Hope he hasn't been waiting too long. He was in a mood earlier.” She groans, then yawns, rolling her eyes, and shoots us a wave before rushing off.
“Pay wait. Let me walk you.” I catch her just in time, and she laughs, then gives me a sheepish look.
She knows better than to wander outside alone at this hour.
“Sorry, Rock. That would be great. Thank you.”
I hold the door for her and walk her the few feet to the idling sports car. Kian, her stepbrother, I don't ask, it's not any of my business, and he seems to treat her well, hops out of the driver's seat.
She's young and in love. I get it. She’s only a few years younger than me, and the heart wants what it wants.
He walks over to open her car door, nodding at me, and Pay gives me a tired smile. “Have a good night, Rock, and happy holidays,” she mutters, then yawns.
“Drive safe,” I tell Kian.
“Always,” he replies, shutting her door, then jumps back into the car and takes off.
When I return Shina is already putting shit away, and Rosie is on her phone. Garrett should be getting her soon, and then it's just me and the boss lady.
I can't call her my girl, even in my head, she always knows and becomes more distant.
I wouldn't mind more with her, but she's not ready for that… yet.
“So what are your plans for Christmas, Rock?” Rosie asks when I plop down on the stool next to her with a groan.
My back aches and feet throb. But I'll never make the mistake of complaining out loud again.
I never knew how uncomfortable and detrimental high heels can be for women. I learned my lesson last time, but that still doesn't change that this job can be exhausting at times.
Long hours and half of the time I'm outside in the cold. I'll never leave though. Not unless Shina fires me.
“Going to my mom's house in the afternoon for dinner and a gift exchange. My sister will swing by with her flavor of the month and kids. How about you?”
“Brunch with my brother and his wife. Then I'll probably hang out at home with Gare. He has to work Christmas Eve. I guess there tends to be a lot of fires. So he will be on call.”
“Perks of dating the Fire Chief,” Shina says with a big smile and a wiggle of her eyebrows.
She usually doesn't allow clients to date her girls, but Garrett is a good man and loves Rosie.
“Yeah, but I can't complain. He looks damn fine in his uniform or without.” Rosie winks as her phone starts to ring.
She quickly answers, then nods at me. “Can you let Garrett inside? I'm going to grab my things from my locker.”
“Sure thing.” I groan as I stand back up and Shina frowns. Her plump, pink lips purse and I shake my head.
