On my walk back to Spencer and his friends, I checked briefly on the other cabanas, doing my best not to fully neglect them thanks to my newfound distraction.
“Alright, boys, drinks have arrived!” I set down the heavy buckets of ice, mixers, and bottles, before asking, “What can I pour up for you today?” It wasn’t necessary but always helpedincrease my tip to make the first drink when bottle service was ordered.
“Who wants to start with a shot?” Jayson asked the other guys.
“One shot to start.” Spencer held up one finger, agreeing. “But then it’s slow and steady for me. I have shit to do later that I can’t miss, and you guys are the worst when it comes to day drinking.”
“You owe me at least two shots since you take ten percent, fucker,” Jayson shot back.
“We’ll start with one shot.” Spencer ignored his friend.
“Whiskey?” I smiled sweetly, lifting the bottle of Jameson and some plastic cups.
“Hell yeah! But fuck the cups, waterfall the shots into our mouths if you don’t mind.” Jayson shot a sly look over to Spencer, then back at me, while waiting to see if I’d follow through on his request.
“Open up,” I said, starting with the guy all the way to the left, working my way down to Spencer at the end.
Each one took their shot like a champ, no chaser needed.
When I got to Spencer, my wrist suddenly felt weak, the bottle threatening to slip from my grip. Even as the liquor emptied from the bottle, the weight of it felt heavy in my hand. His dark eyes beamed into mine as I flipped the bottle upside down and began pouring the amber liquid down his throat. Time got away from me as my four-count slipped into an eight-count, and the liquor continued to spill from the pour spout. It wasn’t until Spencer closed his mouth and took a deep swallow that I realized I had been gawking, unable to pull my stare away.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” I reached out with my thumb, swiping the spilled whiskey from the corner of his lips.
Fuck, what the hell was I doing?
Flirting with pool guests was completely normal. Touching them, though? It could give off the wrong idea.
My cheeks heated in embarrassment as my head shifted toward his friends, only to realize they had stepped away from the cabana and closer to the pool after they got their shot.
We were alone.
Before I could pull my hand away, Spencer gripped my wrist, guiding my thumb to his mouth. His tongue swiped the remaining whiskey from my skin, and without realizing it, a quiet moan slipped from my lips.
Bold.
Fuck why did I like that so much?
“Don’t be sorry. Like I said the other night, whiskey looks good on you, but it might taste even better.” He spoke with confidence after my thumb popped from his mouth.
“Um. I?—”
“I’ll see you in fifteen.” His order not only scrambled my brain enough that I didn’t know what to say, but he had my body swirling with need. It was one hundred degrees outside, but my nipples told a different story.
Spinning on my heel, I couldn’t get out of that cabana fast enough.
Hours had passed and the day club was getting ready to close. Spencer and his friends were still lingering around, most of them wasted—matching everyone else who had been partying since eleven a.m.
Being around Spencer in this environment was a complete one eighty compared to the night we spent together a few days ago. Maybe it was him being around his friends, or maybe it was the alcohol flowing through him in a different setting. Either way, he still had the same overwhelming ability to make me lose my train of thought.
“The day club is closing, but y’all are welcome to head over to the other pools on property after you close out with me.” Trying to keep my professionalism, and bringing this day to an end, I handed over the check to Spencer. His card was already on file, so all he had to do was sign the dotted line and leave me the big tip that he promised.
“What are you doing tonight after you get off work?” he asked as he signed his name on the receipt.
“I have plans with a couple friends,” I lied.
“And these friends are the ones who were at the bar the other night?” he presumed.
“Mhmm. Yeah,” I answered weakly, knowing I was lying straight through my teeth. I had to work my second job tonight and that wasn’t something he needed to know about.
