Change by Jevenna Willow Page A

there’d be hell to pay.
    Lace then glanced over her shoulder to make certain Boss
Man wasn’t overhearing this conversation, as well.
    Sara gave said man a quick glance, too. When he must
have sensed eyes on him, he turned and smiled her way. Not at all a friendly
smile, his grin looked more on the terms of a caught you in the act upturning
of the lips.
    Her eyes snapped from his. Big guns? No. The wretched
beast brought out a pair of sensual lips and one talented finger to give Sara
her due.
    “Surely after I left you two alone he said something
about you working pole?” Lace was fishing for answers and using the wrong bait
for the wrong type of fish if she thought Sara would intentionally tell her the
truth.
    She looked at her one and only friend in the whole
world. “Yeah, he said something.” She then handed another waitress the last of
her order: two beers from tap with no foam. “It’d been on the terms of…Hell no!
And not while breath still inside his body…or to that effect.” She might have
glorified the man’s anger, but Lace would never know.
    “Shit! Really?”
    “My sentiments, exactly,” Sara answered, glaring
across the crowded, elbow-bumping, fist-pumping, eager beaver hunters to the
man standing near the door.
    She was then called down to the end of the bar. Lace
followed and stood behind the customer. When the man did not move over, Lace
gave up trying and walked to the other side of the bar. This action pulled
Casey from the doorway, post haste. He literally stormed over to the women.
    “Lace? Aren’t you supposed to be somewhere else?” he
rudely said. His eyes hit both women, waiting for the answer from only one.
    Lace stuck out her tongue but did as she was told.
“I’m going, I’m going,” she said tartly.
    She had a customer in two minutes. They all
knew she needed to limber up and the only place to do any limbering would be
inside the back room.
    Casey held firm his position until his favored
employee moved off. As Sara watched her well-endowed, topless friend slip
through the door labeled private, her boss remained where he was, opposite her
side of the bar.
    When her eyes turned to his, he snapped out, “Say
anything to Lace about last night…and I will fire you.”
    A dire warning, if ever heard.
    Sara took it as another way. “Oh, really? Well, fire
me then.” She was daring the angry man into action. Enough of the cat and mouse
game between them. Either he came clean about what he wanted from her, or she
would just move on.
    Casey signaled for the other girl who bartended with
Sara to take over. He then grabbed Sara by the wrist and physically dragged her
into his office. He did not slam the door shut, but he sure as hell looked as
if he wanted to. However, a slammed door was a real attention getter, and he
wouldn’t have wanted his customers unsettled, even though he looked quite
unsettled himself. The veins in the sides of his neck were sticking out. His
body coiled, his eyes were filled with lightning.
    “I am going to give you a half-second to apologize to
me,” he warned.
    “For what?” she demanded, yanking on her arm.
    “For beginners…,” Casey stalled, glaring at her face.
He must not have put much thought to he’d been nearly crushing her wrist in his
grasp.
    “Yeah?” she snapped. “For starters…”
    “Christ, Mecenna!”
    Sara felt waspish all of a sudden. “Christ, Casey!”
she mimicked.
    The man took a step forward.
    She took a step back.
    He grabbed her arm.
    She slapped his hand away.
    He turned and slammed his fist onto his desk, so hard
she could hear bone crack.
    Sara stood her ground, but thankfully, Casey did not
witness the flinch and sudden flash of memory she’d made behind his back.
    He took a deep breath, flared his nostrils, and turned
to face her.
    Sara took a deep breath, and held it for as long as
she could—a mere second.
    Without ease of warning, he grabbed his other wrist,
muttered under his breath something vulgar,