moment. He moved from behind me and reached above me, barely grazing my shoulder.
“Here ya go, Boss,” he said.
“Thanks,” I answered, trying to pretend like his touch didn’t faze me.
We stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment.
“Bartender!” somebody screamed, shattering our shared trance.
“Art!” I called, inundated with drink orders.
“What do you need?” he asked, walking over just as a lady shouted yet another order at me.
“A long, slow, comfortable screw against a wall,” I said, repeating the brunette’s order.
Art grinned. “I can do long and slow.”
I laughed. “Can you just get the drink? I’m swamped.”
“And then can we screw against a wall?” he asked in a sexy voice.
I playfully nudged him, and Debbie noticed the flirtation.
“Aw! You’re crushing on Art,” she said. “See? I knew you hired him for his good looks.”
“No way. Heck no.”
“Please. You so are. Why don’t you just do that stupid cherry trick the guys love so much?”
“What? Tie the cherry stem into a knot with my tongue? It’s so…cliché.”
“I thought you hated him?” she said.
“Why do you even care?” I asked, looking at her hard. “You got a thing for him or something?”
“Honey, you know that boy had me salivating the second he walked his fine ass in the door.” She sighed. “But a bitch can’t have every bone she wants, right? He likes you, the girl who wants to take him down.”
“Shh!” I said, glancing Art’s way and fearful he would overhear us.
She shrugged, then walked away to tend to a customer.
“Can you help me out?” Art asked as he opened five beers.
“Whatcha need?”
“A screaming orgasm,” he said.
I grinned, touching his elbow. “I can give you plenty of those.”
He laughed. “Really? That’s good, because I need a hand-job too.”
“You’re just full of demands, aren’t ya? You sure you don’t want a little foreplay first? We’ve got plenty of amaretto and pineapple,” I said as I reached for the Jack Daniels so I could mix up the hand-job.
Debbie, Art, and I made a great team and worked our butts off, making all our customers happy. I watched as the cute girls flirted with Art, drooling all over him. As he shook the cocktail shaker, I couldn’t help but take in his perfect form. His shirt stretched across his chest and clung to his powerful frame, muscles rippling in his biceps and forearms.
Suddenly, a college-aged guy slammed down his Corona, jolting me out of my Art-induced hypnosis. “Damn! I gotta piss again,” he said. “Why do these go through me so fast?”
“Because they don’t have to stop to change color,” I joked, nodding at the amber-colored beer.
He burst out in laughter as he ran to the bathroom, holding himself like a preschooler after a long bus ride.
Art laughed, and I couldn’t help but smile back at him.
***
The next day I met Morgan for lunch between classes and quickly confessed, “I’m falling for him.”
“Again?”
“Yes. I fell for him, then hated him, and now I’m falling for him again. I’ve even quit bossing him around.”
“Good. I’m glad to hear it, sis.”
“I’ve got it for him bad, Morgan. We can’t stop staring at each other, we find every excuse there is to be next to each other, and we can’t stop touching or flirting. The chemistry is unbelievable. There’s all this sexual tension between us. What do I do?”
Morgan smiled. “The heart wants what the heart wants. Just go for it.”
“Really? That’s your sage advice?”
“Yeah. Just follow my three golden rules.”
“There’s only supposed to be one.”
“Well, I’ve got three. Don’t deceive, be honest, and, above all, be yourself.”
“I guess I’m a total bitch, because I’ve broken all three.”
“You can only get to know someone through conversation. Just talk to him. I’m sure he’ll understand.”
“But I don’t wanna lose him. Gosh, how did I get in so deep? If I could
“Here ya go, Boss,” he said.
“Thanks,” I answered, trying to pretend like his touch didn’t faze me.
We stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment.
“Bartender!” somebody screamed, shattering our shared trance.
“Art!” I called, inundated with drink orders.
“What do you need?” he asked, walking over just as a lady shouted yet another order at me.
“A long, slow, comfortable screw against a wall,” I said, repeating the brunette’s order.
Art grinned. “I can do long and slow.”
I laughed. “Can you just get the drink? I’m swamped.”
“And then can we screw against a wall?” he asked in a sexy voice.
I playfully nudged him, and Debbie noticed the flirtation.
“Aw! You’re crushing on Art,” she said. “See? I knew you hired him for his good looks.”
“No way. Heck no.”
“Please. You so are. Why don’t you just do that stupid cherry trick the guys love so much?”
“What? Tie the cherry stem into a knot with my tongue? It’s so…cliché.”
“I thought you hated him?” she said.
“Why do you even care?” I asked, looking at her hard. “You got a thing for him or something?”
“Honey, you know that boy had me salivating the second he walked his fine ass in the door.” She sighed. “But a bitch can’t have every bone she wants, right? He likes you, the girl who wants to take him down.”
“Shh!” I said, glancing Art’s way and fearful he would overhear us.
She shrugged, then walked away to tend to a customer.
“Can you help me out?” Art asked as he opened five beers.
“Whatcha need?”
“A screaming orgasm,” he said.
I grinned, touching his elbow. “I can give you plenty of those.”
He laughed. “Really? That’s good, because I need a hand-job too.”
“You’re just full of demands, aren’t ya? You sure you don’t want a little foreplay first? We’ve got plenty of amaretto and pineapple,” I said as I reached for the Jack Daniels so I could mix up the hand-job.
Debbie, Art, and I made a great team and worked our butts off, making all our customers happy. I watched as the cute girls flirted with Art, drooling all over him. As he shook the cocktail shaker, I couldn’t help but take in his perfect form. His shirt stretched across his chest and clung to his powerful frame, muscles rippling in his biceps and forearms.
Suddenly, a college-aged guy slammed down his Corona, jolting me out of my Art-induced hypnosis. “Damn! I gotta piss again,” he said. “Why do these go through me so fast?”
“Because they don’t have to stop to change color,” I joked, nodding at the amber-colored beer.
He burst out in laughter as he ran to the bathroom, holding himself like a preschooler after a long bus ride.
Art laughed, and I couldn’t help but smile back at him.
***
The next day I met Morgan for lunch between classes and quickly confessed, “I’m falling for him.”
“Again?”
“Yes. I fell for him, then hated him, and now I’m falling for him again. I’ve even quit bossing him around.”
“Good. I’m glad to hear it, sis.”
“I’ve got it for him bad, Morgan. We can’t stop staring at each other, we find every excuse there is to be next to each other, and we can’t stop touching or flirting. The chemistry is unbelievable. There’s all this sexual tension between us. What do I do?”
Morgan smiled. “The heart wants what the heart wants. Just go for it.”
“Really? That’s your sage advice?”
“Yeah. Just follow my three golden rules.”
“There’s only supposed to be one.”
“Well, I’ve got three. Don’t deceive, be honest, and, above all, be yourself.”
“I guess I’m a total bitch, because I’ve broken all three.”
“You can only get to know someone through conversation. Just talk to him. I’m sure he’ll understand.”
“But I don’t wanna lose him. Gosh, how did I get in so deep? If I could
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