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“No, I insist. We’re all in this together, girl,” she said.
“Okay, thanks,” I said, ready to replace my twenty I’d spend. I turned and looked. She’d given me a hundred-dollar bill. I looked at it and then back at her. She shrugged, returned her attention to her friend. I put the money in my pocket, amazed.
Then I took a good long look at Sadie. That was exactly the kind of woman I wanted to be writing for at Envy. A woman, successful and strong and stylish, but who deserved more from her relationships and career, but maybe didn’t have the confidence to know that. I would keep her and her supportive friends in mind when I did my topics for my spec article.
I was walking on air as I refilled drinks and took orders. When Cammie and Jason came back, flushed and rumpled and smiling, I hugged Cammie.
“You’ve been so great to me,” I said, “I don’t thank you for that enough.”
“Oh my God, are you dying or something?” she joked.
“No, I’m just one lucky bitch,” I said, “It went well at work today, and I’m having a great night. Anytime you two want to take a break together, just let me know. I owe you two a lot. You trained me up, and I like my job here. It makes the rest of my life possible.”
“I’m glad it’s working out for you. I like having you here. Plus it’s nice to know that we have cops on premises if there’s any trouble.”
“This is not exactly a barroom brawl crowd,” I said.
“I know, but if their G&T isn’t cold enough, some of them get a little uptight,” she said with a smile, tying her apron back on.
We worked steadily all night, and the tips were good. My mood never deflated, and every time I could steal a glance at the guys, they were relaxed and happy, too. I stole over to them once and said how excited I was.
“I can’t wait to tell you my news,” I said, “It was a really great day.”
“It’s going to be a better day once we get home,” Brett said.
“I thought we might go out and celebrate,” I said.
“I thought we could stay in to celebrate,” Derek said, “Try this out when we’re all sober and ready to rock.”
“Try not to say ready to rock when we’re in bed. It’s a total boner killer,” Brett deadpanned, and we laughed.
“I’m in,” I said, “I want to do this. It’s going to take some getting used to for me, trying to be less shy about it, being more accepting of myself and what I want.”
“You’re sexy as hell. You just have to own it,” Derek encouraged.
I looked at Brett, waiting for the analytical response, “What? He’s right,” Brett said. I grinned at them both, feeling so lucky all over again.
Lucky and really eager for the bar to close. Because then I could go home with the men of my sexiest dreams and live out the fantasy nice and slow this time.
17
As soon as Jason flipped the sign on the door to Closed, I was out of my apron and ready to leave. I had cleared away dishes, wiped down the bar and waved at Cammie and Jason.
“I think she’s in a hurry,” Cammie said, waving the guys off as they followed me out the staff door.
Outside, I shivered in the cold. The guys were both in t-shirts so neither had a jacket I could borrow. Brett scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the truck. I snuggled against his big warm chest, kicking my feet and laughing at being carried, but loving it. Loving how small and taken-care-of it made me feel. We piled into the seat and Derek turned the heater on full blast. I huddled in Brett’s arms, trying to get warm. His fingertips brushed my hard nipple through my shirt and my breath came out as a hiss.
“We agreed that I get a few minutes to play in the truck, since Derek had you all to himself earlier,” Brett said, his voice heavy with heat. It did something to me, made me feel needy.
At the stoplight, he unbuckled my seat belt and pulled me into his lap. I straddled him eagerly, rising on my knees to kiss him. His hands cupped my ass as his tongue worked in my mouth. He brought me down onto his lap, sliding me sensuously down the rock hard wall of his chest, making my sensitive nipples ache with longing. He nipped at my bottom lip and kissed me very thoroughly before dropping his mouth to my neck. I ground against him shamelessly, rubbing the hot, dampness between my legs against the iron ridge jutting up from between his own. I was moaning already.
“Hey, I said you could play, not break the law by removing your seat belt,” Derek teased from the driver’s side as he swung into a parking spot.
