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we need more customers to make it profitable again. And it doesn’t help that Kenny isn’t going to be around much. Maybe we need to advertise, pay for some ads in those coupon books people get in the mail.”
    Chase was right. Lately, even the regular patrons had diminished. The worry on his face deepened as he rubbed at a dent in the door of his old Camry. My eyes followed the movement of his fingers as he poked at a crevice in the paint. I had never really noticed how ghetto his car looked until now. He worked two jobs, yet didn’t have enough for a better ride than this. His concerns about the bar were well founded. Shit, who wants to hang out in a bar with a graveyard atmosphere? We needed a marketing plan, pronto, that would put some life back in Rookies and make it the favorite neighborhood hot spot.
    “That’s a bitch alright, but there’s no money for ads. Every cent Kenny has saved will be eaten up by this cancer treatment.”
    “Damn, I figured as much. I hope I’m not going to be out of a job in a month. I need this income, you know.”
    “You and me both.” My fears for the bar were the same as his, but I kept a poker face; I didn’t want him to get skittish and bail on us. I sure as hell wouldn’t blame him if he did but, on the other hand, I didn’t want to let him down either. He had been an employee at Rookies since it opened and had loyally stuck by Kenny and the place. Fuck . One more responsibility to heap on my shoulders right now. “Things will work out, bro.”
    He flipped up the door handle on the back door and tossed his gym bag into the back seat and held it open for me to do the same. I tagged his upper arm with an affectionate slap and said, “Worst case scenario, I’ll hire you as my personal fitness trainer when I’m back on the racing circuit.”

Chapter 6
    Niki
    “Are you sure I look okay?” Jesse stretched both arms out at his sides as he stood in the living room of my apartment. I was getting ready for Cinnamon’s birthday party and Jesse had just arrived to pick me up.
    “You look great, baby. Don’t worry about it.” It was so cute. This was the first time I had seen Mr. Self-confident appear nervous. He looked panty-dropping hot in his black jeans and black T-shirt, that stretched tight across his toned chest muscles. Printed graphics in gray swirled across one shoulder and onto the front of the shirt, with a hint of a metallic shine reflecting off the design as he moved. And then there were those dangerous locks of hair falling in his eyes. He reeked of ‘bad boy’ and I wrinkled my nose, with a mental ‘bwah-ha-ha.’ He looked so damn hot in that shirt, like a rock star. His bad to the bone looks were sure to raise an eyebrow or two from the Brentwood crowd at my dad’s house, who would all be wearing polo shirts with golf motifs. Boring.
    I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his hotness. There was not a rational thought in my head and I nearly blurted out, ‘Come on Jesse, bend me over, pull my hair, whisper dirty things in my ear and…’ But we were late and ripping the clothes off that gorgeous body would have to wait until later.
    I groaned and spun on my heels to rush back to finish my makeup in the bedroom. As I sat at the dressing table, my eye caught some movement in the mirror. Then the heat of a body behind me announced Jesse’s presence before I looked up. The lip gloss wand tumbled to the makeup table. I felt his hand on my waist. I turned my head to the side, casting my eyes downward. The warmth of his palm slid up to my shoulder and his other hand swept my long hair to the side. A shiver tickled my skin as he slowly lowered his lips to my neck. Lightly, his mouth brushed against me as his hands circled my body, locking me in an embrace.
    “We should hurry, babe.” He mouthed the words against my neck. “Don’t want to be late the first time I meet your dad. They’ll think we're not coming.”
    I closed my eyes and a pleasurable moan