“What? No I don’t.”
Jazz snorts in obvious amusement. “In the interests of forward progress I think a demonstration of some kind might be in order.”
“Huh?”
“I’ll see you tonight, dirty boy.”
Before I can utter another word he ends the call, leaving me to wonder what the hell is in store for me at work tonight.
3
““Give it Up”?”Damon’s brow arches pointedly as I swagger up to the bar after my first set. “Subtle.”
I flash a wry grin and shrug casually. “I had a request for Eurodance.”
He eyes me skeptically. “Uh huh. Do you actually want a drink or are you just here to annoy me?”
I smirk at him. “Can’t it be both?”
He rolls his eyes and turns to the back bar to mix my drink; as usual, I take the opportunity to let my eyes roam all over his incredible body, zeroing in on that gorgeous ass.
“Could you turn back around for a minute?” I tease as he hands me my drink. “I wasn’t done fantasizing about eating you out.”
His brows draw together in confusion. “Huh?”
I arch a brow. “Rimming you? Licking your ass?”
His face screws up in obvious distaste. “Urgh. That’s gross.”
I let out a soft laugh. “Trust me, you wouldn’t be saying that while it was happening.”
“Well, it won’t be happening so…”
I shrug. “We’ll see.” I take a sip of my drink and let out a moan, prompting Damon to roll his eyes.
“Did you know you only use the back bar when you’re mixing drinks for me?” I observe. “It’s like you’re inviting me to stare at your ass. Even after I told you I fantasized about fucking you,” I add with a pointed brow raise.
He lets out a derisive huff. “Or maybe I’d just prefer not to be drawn into ridiculous conversations like this one.”
“Uh huh.” I offer an indulgent smile and take another sip of my drink. “You seem pretty relaxed tonight for someone who’s apparently spent the last few days feeling strung out like a junkie,” I observe. “You didn’t even get particularly rattled when I played “Give It Up”.”
“I thought you said that was a request?” he asks wryly.
I shrug. “I can kill two birds. Or would you have preferred something a little naughtier like “Be My Lover”? Or maybe “Boom Boom Boom Boom”? Everyone loves The Vengaboys…”
“How about “Freed From Desire”?” he drawls.
I let out a huff of amusement. “That wouldn’t be very accurate, would it?”
“If the goal is accuracy you should have gone with “Mr. Vain,” Damon quips, prompting me to toss my head back with a loud bark of laughter that startles a few people around me.
He moveson to serve some waiting customers and I decide to leave him to it, heading to the other end of the bar to speak to Mel.
“I’ll help Damon close up tonight,” I tell her once I’ve managed to catch her attention.
Her eyes widen. “Are you serious?”
I nod. “Consider it a reward for working tomorrow.”
