“A beer, as usual?” I ask him.
He stares at my cleavage while his friend puts an arm around his shoulders and leans closer towards me. “Make it two.”
I put on my best customer smile and wink at them. “Of course, guys.”
“Are you dancing tonight?”
I turn around to smile. “Let’s see.” I always try to remain as vague as possible. Technically, I am just working as a waitress here, but it is a nightclub with exotic dancers and strippers performing. There are even VIP rooms for the patrons who pay a little extra cash, so they can have their favorite performer dance for them in private.
Most of the employees do both – working as a waitress and a stripper. I wonder how long I can keep refusing to do anything extra. I know I was only hired because my boss found me hot, and I am sure he wants me to dance at one point.
If I want to save money, I need this job, but I am not sure if I would ever be able to dance for the crowd. I feel sleazy enough flirting with the guys here, but wages are low, and we all need the tips.
The door opens, bringing in fresh air and three more customers. I know one of them, he is another regular, but the other two are here for the first time. I try not to stare, but something about them strikes me as odd. After years of living with wolves, I just know the signs.
It’s in the way they carry themselves, the way their eyes sometimes darken and how they seem to take in a room with all their senses. One of the guys even sniffs the room slightly. Fuck! Who are these guys?
There are no packs close by! Maddox’s cousin verified that.
“Are you okay?” Jenny asks me. She is the youngest girl working here, barely eighteen.
“Yes, don’t worry.”
“Anton didn’t give you a headache, did he?”
My gaze wanders back to the two sleazy customers who ordered beers from me. “Nothing unusual,” I whisper. “Anton just tried to grope me, and they kept staring.”
“Gross,” she mutters. “It sucks that they are obsessed with you.”
“Yeah, I am their favorite,” I say sarcastically, while preparing their order.
“Elsa.“ Our shift supervisor approaches me. “We have no waitress for table five. Can you get their order?”
“Sure,” I say, turning around just to realize that table five is the one with the shifters.
Just my luck.
But they can’t smell me. Maddox and Daniel both told me that I barely have any wolf scent on me, and ifthey -as my pack members - couldn’t tell, strangers surely won’t. At least, I hope so.
I decide to fake being human.
“Hello, guys,” I say, approaching them with a bright smile. “I see, you brought some friends, Steve.”
“Yeah, I wanted to show them around,” he grins.
“It’s always a happy day when you are here.”
He blushes slightly, but smiles. Steve is an okay guy; I prefer him a ton over Anton, but just like many guys here, he is married. They just all take their rings off when they come to this establishment. “How can I help you?” I ask them with a smile.
The two shifters have dark hair and serious expressions. Just like most shifters, they are tall and strong. One of them stares at me for a while as if he wants to look right into my soul. I feel a surge of panic and instantly think of Brandon. When I imagine Brandon, I usually forget to be anxious and get angry instead. It’s my best coping mechanism.
Staring right back at him, I put on my best smile and wink. “Do you like what you see?”
The guy raises his brows, checking me over once more before he seems to relax. “You are not too bad.”
I laugh. “Well, thank you. What can I bring you?”
With that, our interaction is over. I just bring them some drinks, and after a while, they pay and leave, tipping generously.Maybe I was freaking out over nothing. My only problem would be if they could tell I am a rogue.
