Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 126580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
God-fucking-dammit!
I growled, snapping, “Get out!”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
JESS
My arms were shaking.
The look on his face, how he hated me.
“Get out!”
I left, not waiting for Monty to escort me down.
I was sick to my stomach. I couldn’t—no. No! I would not cry, not over that asshole. Such a dick.
Fuck him. Fuck his friend. Fuck everything.
The elevator got to my floor, and I pushed past whoever was there. I didn’t know who it was. I didn’t care. I didn’t even know where to go. Locker room? Leave? Back to my station.
Okay, calm down, Jess. You have people who curse at you all the time. One guy is nothing.
Right.
I was at work. He didn’t want me, fine. I went back to my old station.
Justin saw me coming, and his eyes widened, but he moved aside, going back to his station.
I’d poured one beer before Anthony was at my station. “What the fuck did you do?”
I stilled myself, making sure I didn’t throw the beer I just poured at him. Setting it down, giving the customer the price, I glared at Anthony. “I did nothing.”
“Well, what the fuck happened? Monty said the guys came in, saw you, and went ballistic.”
I winced, seeing the look of utter disdain on his face when he saw me and hearing it again. “I don’t know what to tell you, Anthony.” The customer paid, slipping an extra five for a tip, and I gave them a thankful smile because the customer was a female and she was glaring at Anthony for me. Girl power here. I took the money and began filling the second order. Anthony moved down, on the other side of my customer. He propped an arm on the counter. “I sent someone else up in your place, but I need to understand what happened or my ass is going to get reamed. It’s not just your job at stake here.”
I almost really did chuck my glass at him, but I tightened my grip, willed myself to think rationally before moving to grab the Captain. Pouring it, grabbing the mix for it, I said, “I know him.”
“Who?”
“The guy. The one who told me to get out. I know him.”
He was blinking, confused. “What?” He raked a hand through his hair. “You know him? Tristian West?!”
Tristian.
That was his name.
That was . . . Tristian . . . I liked his name.
That made it all the more horrifying.
Seriously.
I was stupid.
Mooning over his goddamn name? After what he just did to me? And now my job was in jeopardy?
“I guess.”
“You guess?!”
I shot Anthony a look. “Why are you worked up about this so much? It was a mistake. I didn’t know who was coming up there, and you didn’t know my history with him.”
“You don’t get it.” He cursed again, a second rake through his hair before he turned and went rigid. I caught the end of yet another curse before he straightened. “I have to fix this, somehow.” He twisted to me. “What’s your history with him?”
My entire body flooded with heat. “I am not telling you that.”
“Why?”
“Because. I’m not.”
He stilled before closing his eyes for a beat. “Jesus Christ. You fucked him?”
No way was I giving him that answer because it was none of his business. “It’s none of your business. I didn’t even know his name until you told me.”
His eyes bugged out. I realized what I said and now what he was thinking of me, but I knew that was a wasted fight. He’d believe what he wanted to believe.
I began doing another drink—or finishing up because that customer was still waiting for the rest of his drinks. “Just don’t send me up there again.”
“You don’t get it. But you’ll find out.” He tore off after that.
The customer watched him go before handing over his card for his payment. “Your boss is an ass.”
I snorted. “Tell me about it.”
Justin came over to check on me later.
I was fine, or that’s what I told him.
Kelly came over, too, getting her shots refilled.
I could feel her worry because she knew something had happened, but she just came in and gave me a hug.
I looked up, seeing Anthony glaring our way from where he was talking to another guy that I’d never seen before. Whoever he was, Anthony was getting an earful.
I nudged Kelly. “You should get going.”
She harrumphed, making it obvious her opinion on that matter, but picked up her tray and moved off.
I didn’t miss the little look she sent Justin’s way, or how he reciprocated.
The club closed. The lights went on. We needed to go through our inventory, close out our drawers, and I had cleaned my section when I made my way to the staff room.
Anthony stepped out of his office. “A word?”
His tone was nicer, but I saw the stress had taken a toll. His shirt was stretched out. Worry lines were sticking out around his eyes and mouth. He raised a hand, pinching his nose as I made my way to him and then past him inside.