My stomach plummets.What?I scan the length of the bar.No one is leaning over the countertop, trying to get my attention, and every glass looks at least partially full.
“The high-top on your far right,” they say, voice tinny through my earpiece.
Huh? I’m behind the bar tonight. That’s not my jurisdiction. I crane my neck, scoping out the scene, then bark out a laugh.
“You bitch,” I tease.
The customer sitting on the stool is certainly not neglected.
Even so, I saunter that way, beaming. “What are you doing here?”
Stevie is suddenly at my side, shooing me out from behind the bar with a wink.
Like a magnet, my body is drawn to Ezra’s. I settle between his legs, and he engulfs me in his strong arms.
“I missed you,” he says into my sweaty neck.
I pull back, soaking him in. His curly hair is down and styled, smelling like eucalyptus, but his beard is slightly overgrown. His light purple shirt hugs his biceps, while his jeans are doing something pornographic to his thighs.
Heat gathers in my core as I pan the club to see if anyone else is observing how goddamn good he looks.
With his hands at my waist, he asks, “Should I have not come?”
“No, no, it’s not that.” I knead his shoulders and reassure him with a smile. “I just didn’t expect to see you tonight.”
“What happened to that disco ball catsuit I heard so much about?”
“Oh, so you talked to Claire?” I laugh. “That’s for special occasions. Tonight, I’m just working behind the bar.”
Nevertheless, he gives me a thorough once-over, his eyes shining with so much lust I’m nearly blinded. My brand-new black leather mini skirt hits my waist in the perfect place, and I’ve paired it with a shimmery gold crop top. Ezra plucks at the strings in the back like he’s playing a guitar, his fingertips against my bare skin soothing me.
“You’ll have to give me a private fashion show when we get home, then.” He smirks.
“Home?”
He drags a hand around to my ass and squeezes. “Kane’s at a friend’s tonight. I’m all yours.”
My insides vibrate, and I bounce on my toes. He hasn’t spent the night at my place yet.
“If you don’t like that idea, I can see if Peg and Fran want a sleepover instead.”
“You’re not their type.” I chuckle.
He rears back, feigning offense, but the look is quickly replaced by one dripping with need. Angling in, he sinks his teeth into my neck. “There better be coffee behind that bar because you’re going to be up all night for what I have planned for you.”
35
Millie
“I’M GOINGto have to start calling you Eager Ezra.” I laugh as he kicks off his shoes and sprints to my room.
“You can call me a lot of things, honey. Just don’t call me that.” He gives me a quick spank, then tosses his phone onto my bed and heads to the en suite bathroom. From the other side of the cracked door, he says, “Can you look at my phone and tell me Kane’s location? I want to make sure he’s nothing like me at his age and is where he says he’s going to be.”
When I pick up his phone, I’m met with his lock screen. “Uh, it’s locked.”
“It’s 242424.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Giving me your passcode is the modern-day equivalent of giving me a key to your apartment,” I joke. “I’m not sure we’re there yet.”
