Page 29 of Cuffed to my Roomies
I was ready to believe that I was the luckiest girl in the world. I’d been given the chance to be mentored by my role model and have a chance at being published in Envy. I lived with two sexy men, protective and strong, who wanted nothing more than to make me feel amazing. It was a very good thing they were both interested, because after one night between Brett and Derek, there was no battery powered toy in the world that could take their place. Everything left me wanting more and more of the real thing. Only my hot cops could satisfy me.
16
At the bar, I was really on my game. I raked in tips because of my energy and attitude. I was always a professional, but some nights I was happier and more enthusiastic than others. This was a night I was at the top of my game. Jason asked if I was trying to seduce him and then laughed.
“What?” I said, genuinely confused.
“Come on. Nobody could resist you when you’re like this. First off, we have the hair down instead of the all-business ponytail. Then there’s the laugh and the glowing, open smile that says you’re up for anything. No offense, but you look highly fuckable tonight.”
“Now why would that be offensive for my coworker to say that? Hmm…let me refer to that sexual harassment pamphlet they gave me the first day I worked here,” I said, elbowing him.
“You’re the one who said ‘what?’ like you had no clue the kind of vibe you’re giving off. Did you have a kick ass day or what?”
“Yeah. I got the sickest chance at work today. Not that mixing margaritas here isn’t my ultimate goal,” I said.
“I get it. I get it. Not everyone loves this place the way I do,” he said, “Also, fuckable is a word I never used before Cammie started describing your roommates that way. With me standing right beside her.”
“They are, aren’t they?” Cammie said, leaning in to the conversation, “Highly fuckable men. I bet the quiet one, the really big one, he uses his teeth.” She made a growling sound. I laughed but flushed red, and Jason rolled his eyes.
Cammie served a few customers while I polished glasses and prepped extra fruit garnishes because it looked like a busy night. Jason nudged me away from the cutting board.
“I’ll do fruit this time. You go get some tips. You’re radiating light back here, smiling to yourself like the cat that got the cream. Dazzle the customers. The oranges can’t appreciate it.”
I grinned at him and practically bounced over to a group that had sat down at one end of the bar. I showed them the appetizer menu and took their orders. One of the guys flirted with me, and I laughed, “I’m so taken, but you’re very sweet,” I told him.
“So taken, are you?” Derek’s voice came from behind the group.
I felt the thrill of recognition along my skin. Derek’s voice did things to me. And made me want to do naughty things to him. It was like I felt a shimmer in the air when he entered the room, a sensation like a fingertip tracing up my bare spine when he spoke. I thought for a yearning, dry-mouthed moment that he could possibly make me come with just his voice. I knew my eyes fluttered shut for a second just riding the feelings washing over my body.
“You have a break coming up?” Derek said as I served him a beer with shaky hands. I was beaming, blushing, nervous as hell. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
I wanted to talk to him on my break. I wanted to wrap my legs around his handsome face and let him go to town on me with that pretty, filthy mouth of his. We had agreed no hook-ups, no one-on-ones. So I’d have to keep my thirst to myself until both men were available. I shook my head, trying to clear my mind of what was turning rapidly into a private porno reel.
“Do you need ten minutes?” Cammie asked archly, “I can cover for you. You can use the staff bathroom.”
“Stop!” I said, “We’re going to talk.”
“Yeah, make sure you lock the door when you talk. If Jason has to pee, I don’t want him walking in on that talk.”
“I’m not going to hook up at the bar!” I whispered to her fiercely.
“You so would if you had the chance. And I’m giving you the chance. Come on. Jason and I have done it.”
“After hours?”
“Yeah, but mostly when we first got together, drummer boy the ex-bartender would cover during slow times so we could hook up. Here’s a tip. Prop your foot on the sink.”
“I’m never using that bathroom again,” I laughed, “And I’m not due for a break for an hour.”
