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don’t know what you mean,” I say,
hating that my voice sounds so breathless. I don’t want Cash to
know he affects me at all.
    “Hmmm,” is all he says. After several more
seconds of trying to figure me out, Cash smiles. It’s a polite
smile that says he’s back to business. Well, at least as much as he
has been thus far. “So, audition it is. Can you come for a shift
tomorrow night?”
    I hate to call in at Tad’s, but I don’t want
to quit until I know I have a job here either. So it’s either call
in at Tad’s or blow off this audition. I don’t have much
choice.
    “Sure. What time should I be here?”
    “Seven. That way Taryn can show you the setup
before the doors open at nine.”
    “Sounds good,” I say, nodding. Silence
stretches between us and I’m at a loss. “Well, I guess I’d better
let you get back to your work.”
    “Aren’t you going to ask about money? Nash
said that was kind of a thing.”
    Holy crap! I’m so freakin’ bedazzled I
forgot to even ask about the pay!
    I feel my cheeks get hot. I pray it’s too
dark for him to notice, and that, if he does, he chalks it up to my
discomfort with talking about money matters.
    “Yes, there is that.”
    “How about two dollars per hour above what
your current employer is paying you?”
    My mouth wants to drop open. “Don’t you even
want to know what that is?”
    He makes a face. “Nah. I get the feeling
you’ll be worth it.”
    “No pressure there,” I mumble.
    He laughs again. “Oh, there’ll be plenty of
pressure. Don’t you worry about that. This place is kickin’ on the
weekends.”
    I want to remind him I’ve been here, but I
don’t want him to be thinking about me undressing him.
    Too late.
    “And you’ve only seen the upstairs,” he says
with a wink.
    I should’ve known I wouldn’t get out of here
without some reference to that.
    “Can we just forget that ever happened?”
    His smile is devilish. “Not on your life.” He
starts backing up, away from me, away from the exit. “I’ll see you
tomorrow night. Seven o’clock.”
    “Should I wear something particular? Or…”
    “I’ll send some stuff to your house. Size
six, right?”
    For some reason, knowing he’s checked me out
so closely that he can estimate my size makes me feel warm in all
sorts of places that I shouldn’t feel warm.
    “Yes.”
    He winks again then turns around and
disappears into a barely visible door at the back of the bar.
     

CHAPTER EIGHT- Cash
     
    I smile as I hear the door bang shut behind
Olivia. She’s gone.
    I hate that I had to cut the interview short,
but I can already see that girl’s gonna have a way of making me do
and say crazy, stupid shit. In a way, I like it. I like her.
    She’s such a contradiction. I can tell she’s
attracted to me, but she tries not to be. I can tell she’s a little
shy, but she tries not to let that show either. And watching her
put on a brave face, watching her rise to a challenge is so damn
hot! It makes me want to push her, to see how far she’ll go.
    I know that sounds perverse, but it’s true.
Something about her reaction to my taunts gets my juices flowing.
All I know is having her around so much is going to make for some
very interesting weekends!
    I sit down to type out an e-mail to Marie,
who owns the shop that supplies me with all my uniforms. I can’t
help but think of what Olivia will look like in the low-slung black
jeans and snug black tank top. I don’t want my bartenders to look
like whores, but I don’t mind for them to show a little skin and a
little cleavage. It sells more drinks. And, in Olivia’s case, it
will provide me with lots of pleasure.
    I’m very much looking forward to tomorrow
night. She’s already got that cute ‘n sexy thing going on. Putting
her in an element where I can focus on getting her to spread her
wings a little will be the most fun I’ve had in a long time. I’m
already thinking of what I can ask her to do for