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    “Hey Ev.  Get over here and let me see those fine tits of yours!” Pocco called from the back.  Evian whipped around and pointed her finger in his direction. 
     
    “You so much as look at my boobs, Pocco, and I will gnaw off your testicles and have them for dinner,”  she growled.  I swallowed audibly.  This chick was scary.  Pocco only laughed. 
     
    “Ah, chica.  You know you want to ride Pocco's bone coaster.”  Evian looked like she was about to go over there and carry through on her threat but was distracted by Moore calling to us from his office.
     
    Thank god.  I didn't want to see Evian gnawing anything off of anyone's body.  I shuddered.  Moore gave Evian the run down.  I was to shadow her this evening.  Evian was to let me watch for a while then let me handle a few tables on my own.  We were to split the tips 50/50.  Evian looked like she wanted to spit nails. 
     
    I gave Moore a weak smile and followed a thunderous Evian back out into the restaurant.  She was mumbling under her breath and then came up short.  Her tiny face was dark.  “If you think I'm splitting my tips with you, you're fucking mental.”  Okay, well so much for any cash ending up in my pockets tonight.  I knew better than to argue with Evian.  I wanted to keep my appendages, thank you very much.
     
    Evian stormed off and I leaned against the bar, already exhausted and the night had just begun.  “Don't let her bully you.”  Jordan appeared at my shoulder and leaned in, his elbows propped on the counter.  I tightened my ponytail and straightened my shirt. 
     
    “Easy for you to say.  That chick is gonna eat me alive,” I groaned, sitting on a stool and laying my head down on the bar.
     
    Jordan rubbed my shoulder and I tried not to tremble as he touched me.  I looked up at him and he gave me a smirk as though he knew the affect he had on me.  He leaned in closer and dropped his voice to a whisper.  “Well, just so you know.  Evian has her boyfriend dress up in her bra and panties and likes to whip him with a riding crop.” 
     
    My eyes widened.  “You're making that up,” I scoffed, shooting a look over my shoulder at Evian, who was hounding one of the high school bus boys about how to set the tables in her section.  Jordan shook his head. 
     
    “No, trust me.  Ev has a serious dominatrix side.  Her boyfriend, Greg, is this uptight accountant.  I think he's forty or something.  But yeah, they're into some serious kink.”  Jordan chuckled.
     
    I shook my head.  “How the hell do you know all of this stuff?” I asked him.  Jordan tapped his ear with his finger.
     
    “I keep my ear to the ground, my friend.  It's amazing what you can learn when no one thinks you're listening.”  I frowned at Jordan and got up from the stool, knowing I should go over to Evian before she tracked me down. 
     
    “Remind me to keep my deep dark secrets close to the chest then,” I joked. 
     
    Jordan's eyes smoldered at me suddenly and I found it hard to breathe.  “Ah, but Maysie, I want to know all of your deep, dark secrets.  I look forward to figuring them out.”  His voice was husky and I couldn't tear my eyes away from him.  Shit.  He was going to be difficult to stay away from. 
     
    But who says I even wanted to?  We had chemistry and he was fucking hot.  I was a hot blooded college girl, why shouldn't I indulge?  So I shot him a saucy look before turning around to leave.  “Well, you'll have to work for it then,” I told him over my shoulder.  I could hear him laughing as I walked away with a little extra sway in my hips and I knew he was watching me as I did.
     
    Once the evening shift started, we were slammed.  Barton's was hugely popular and there was a 45 minute wait by 5:30.  I was running around like crazy.  It was official, I was Evian's bitch.  Sure she took the orders and greeted the tables.  And it was more than a little fascinating to watch