Page 7 of His Flash Mate
I grinned.“It’s never too early for a sample when we’re taking pictures to promote the club and pull in more patrons.”
“Ah.”He started mixing and presented me with an artfully colorful drink that sparkled in the light.
“Is that glitter?”
“It’s meant for cocktails,” he assured me.
I turned the martini glass so the curl of orange zest was at the right angle and took some pictures with the background blurred and the light catching the glitter.Then I sampled it.
“Mmm.That’s good.I’ll upload a teaser post with a flavor description before we open.I’ll get some pictures of friends drinking it later too.We’ll stick to that for a few days and see if it sparks an uptick in sales.Then work on what kind of posts or drinks are pulling more profit.”
He hugged me.“I’m glad you’re here, Sophie-Girl.I like the talking and the mixing, not all the stuff you’re doing.”
“I know.”
Setting the drink aside, I focused on prepping for the night.Like the day before, there wasn’t a mad rush when we opened, but enough to stay busy until Miranda showed up with a few friends to model with their free drinks.Uncle Jay made a variety this time, and the pictures came out great.About an hour after I posted those, Uncle Jay needed help behind the bar again.
“I think you’re on to something with these pictures,” he said.“Let your friends know they’re welcome back any time.”
Laughing, I helped him fill orders, working my way down the bar until I reached a familiar face at the end.
My pulse tripped when I saw Mr.Angel.
“What can I get you?”
“A night.Alone.With you.”
That, along with the weight of his gaze, didn’t help my pulse recover.Flirting was one thing; the way he said “you” was another.
So damn dangerous.
“Neither of us would survive,” I managed smoothly.“Unless you’re into dicks on transitioning chicks.”
His expression didn’t shift.Not even a little.
“It’s the person who interests me, not the gender.”
Shit.Did I get a guy who was bisexual?Pansexual?
Damn if that didn’t just interest me more.
“Smooth…and either very enlightened of you, or you're saying what you think I want to hear.Either way, I'm still working.So how about we stick to what you want to drink, or I help the next person?”
“You choose the drink,” he said, looking only a little disappointed.
I mixed up the signature drink and charged him twenty again.He paid without hesitation, and I walked to the till, unsure what to think of him.
Attractive?Absolutely.
Dangerous?Yes, but on what level?
When I said it to Miranda, I’d been referring to the danger to my ovaries and possibly my single status.His approach and the way he was watching me were sending off different warning vibes now.
He was too interested after one simple exchange.
“You’re walking me to my car tonight,” I said to Uncle Jay when he joined me.
“Problem?”he started to turn.
