My eyes drop to the bar top, and I’m gripping the dishcloth so tightly that my knuckles are turning white. I want to run over there screaming, ripping her hand off of him and remind him that he’s mine. But he’s not because I won’t choose just him. I can’t. Not when my heart belongs to three different men.
Work. I need to get back to work. I make my way down to the two men who were trying to flag down Jennalyn.
“What can I get you two?” I plaster a smile on my face.
“Two beers, and four shots of Tequila,” the one on the right tells me. “That other bartender just fucking ignored us,” he adds on.
“I’m sorry. She had an…um…emergency,” I say awkwardly, not wanting to call the bitch out for not doing her job. But my mind is firmly made up; Bash and I are having a talk. There is no way in hell I’m going to continue working with her.
“Yeah, right.” They both laugh. “But thankfully we have you.” They each give me a second look as they drag their tongues across their bottom lips hungrily.
Yeah, no thank you.
“That you do. I’ll be back to check on you.” I work my way back down, refilling a couple of shots and replacing some empty bottles of beer with new fresh ones.
When I make it back down to the end of the bar where my new friend Abraham is, he's holding up his empty bottle to let me know he’s ready for a refill.
“Someone should complain about your help. Seems she’s more interested in flirting than working.” His eyes drag over to Jennalyn.
“Well, we all have our idea of working.” It causes us both to laugh.
About ten minutes later, Jennalyn makes her way back over to the bar and comes to stand beside me.
“Make sure you take care of the customers before leaving. You had a couple guys trying to get some drinks before you left,” I tell her, trying my hardest not to sound like a bitch.
“Didn’t see anyone who needed help. Besides you were here and Hank and Carlos needed a beer.” Hearing Hank’s name on her tongue makes me want to rip it out.
“They’re big boys. They can handle getting their own beers. Make sure you’re taking care of the customers,” I tell her curtly.
“Had to take care of my man,” she says and her words sour my mood even more.
“You and Carlos are together?” I question praying she says yes.
“No,” she laughs. “He’s just a boy. Now Hank, he's a man, and he’s mine. I’m going to be his ol’ lady. Mark my words.” One of the waitresses steps up to the bar and gives us an order for shots, and I take the opportunity to walk away and make them..
Hank and Jennalyn. I feel sick. After hearing the news and seeing his obvious comfort with having her touch him, nothing could make the night worse.
Thirty minutes later, I’m eating my words when Luke and Josh make their way toward the bar. Jennalyn immediately rushes to them, resting her arms on the bar, close to her body, so that her breasts are pushed forward.
“What can I get you boys?” she says huskily, her tongue dragging over her bottom lip.
“Nothing,” Luke says coldly, stepping so that he’s standing right in front of me. “Hey Vee. Can I get a beer?”
“Can I get one too?” Josh asks.
Jennalyn takes it as her chance, quickly speaking up. “I can get it for you.” She’s already reaching into the cooler.
“No thanks. Veronica has it for me,” he tells her.
“Who’s Veronica?” she pouts.
“That’s me,” I tell her snidely, placing two beers on the counter in front of them.
Them being here in the bar isn’t odd in itself. Well, for Josh, completely. He never comes here. But Luke and him being here together has me curious.
I go to step away and Josh reaches out, putting his hand on mine. “How are you?” he asks.
“Just peachy.” My eyes gaze through the small space between their bodies as I see Hank moving back to the door and Carlos headed our way.
