The bartender slides over two more.
“No, thanks.”
He shrugs. “I already poured it, so you have to pay for it.”
Lauren knocks back her shot.
I hand over my credit card, wondering how much this is all going to cost.
“Oh my gosh, that’s Jenny!” My sister waves. “Let’s party!”
“Lauren, wait.”
She’s already gone, disappearing into the crowd of dancers.
Annoyed, I knock back my own shot. My eyes water.
The bartender still has my card, but instead of running it, he’s flirting with the college girls again. Does he not know I just had the tongue of a man worth ten figures down my throat?
I still can’t believe I kissed my boss. Or that I’m about to go stay at his penthouse all weekend. What if we have sex? We won’t have sex, though, right? I’m going to bake pastitsio all weekend, and he’ll catch up on work. It’s a big penthouse. I’ll barely even see him.
Where is the bartender? I slip off my stool, searching for him. I find him making out with one of the college girls.
“Excuse me.” I tap his shoulder.
He ignores me.
“I need my credit card. I need to go grocery shopping.”
The girl rolls her eyes.
“Whatever.” The bartender shoves the card at me then goes back to kissing her.
“Can I have a receipt?”
He waves me away.
I push into the crowd to find Lauren and tell her I’m leaving. Two girls dance out of my way, leaving a space in the crowd, leaving a view of…
“Jaxon,” I whimper.
I need to get out of here.
He hasn’t seen me, right? There are several girls hanging on him, and he’s swigging from a bottle of expensive champagne.
“We’re not going to panic,” I say to myself. “We’re going to get out, go to our car, and drive straight to Salinger’s…”
“No.” The bouncer blocks my path to the door.
“What do you mean, no? You can’t let me out?”
He points to the wristband. “You have to spend thirty dollars before you can leave.”
“But I bought four shots.”
“Receipt?” He holds out a meaty hand.
“You don’t understand. I need to leave. Can I just pay you here?”
