Hendrix (Caldwell Brothers)

“Oh, my goodness, I can’t believe you. Let it go. We are not bringing up the closet romp ever again.” Even if I do revisit it nightly in my dreams, I add in my mind.

On Tuesday night, Morrison is out of town, leaving Jagger and Hendrix with me as I start my shift. It isn’t long before two ladies cozy up to the bar and start flirting with Jagger without hiding that they are more than willing to give in to his every want.

The three of them disappear to a back bathroom for quite a bit. When they come out, I watch as the girls have that clearly satisfied look to them as Jagger smirks over to Hendrix. The girls order one last drink each, while Jagger goes back to work. I hear them muttering about how great he was. Blah, blah, blah.

“Who should we ask for if we come another night, looking for you?” Bimbo One asks Jagger.

I am wiping the bar when I stop dead at his reply.

“Call me Caldwell, baby,” Jagger replies with the same confidence as my man in the mask.

Oh, my goodness, this is not happening. I was drunk, it was dark, and the closet was small, but I think he’s about the right height. No way, I did not sleep with Jagger. Dear God, I think I did. How big was he?

I rush to the bathroom. Think, Livi, think. It couldn’t be Jagger, could it? The night is so fuzzy in my mind.

Rolling my shoulders back, I rub my butt, needing my undercover inspiration. ‘Toughen up, buttercup,’ my panties remind me to push through.

Okay, so I may have possibly had sex with my boss, but I need this job too desperately to let one night in a closet mess it up. I will move past my drunken escapade, even if that one night in the closet was the best sexual experience I have ever had. Besides, he clearly doesn’t know it was me, so all is well.

I will go about work, business as usual. Can I get some panties to remind me of that?

Thursday night, all three brothers are working. Morrison called me in for tonight, even though I don’t think Hendrix wants me working on ladies’ nights. Toni comes with me in case Hendrix doesn’t really want me there. The house is jam-packed. Morrison notices me first.

“Back that ass up behind the bar, girl. I didn’t call you in here for you just watch me shake mine,” he calls out to me.

I look at Hendrix for his approval. He nods me back. I then look at Toni, who winks at me, and I go.

Throughout the night, I push back every thought of Jagger being my mystery man as soon as it comes forward. If I allow myself to dwell on it, all I do is start thinking about the fact that, if Caldwell is their last name, it could be any one of the brothers. What am I going to do? I honestly don’t know who I slept with that night.

I count the minutes down mentally as the night comes to a close. It has been a long few days and a long week at the hospital, so I’m looking forward to getting home.

We are all cleaning up when Jagger starts lining up shots. He is wired tonight with adrenaline from the success of Thursday’s ladies’ night.

“I can’t drink at work,” I say as I continue cleaning the glasses.

“That’s bullshit. It’s ladies’ night, and you are a lady,” Jagger says as he pours five shots.

“None for me.” Hendrix holds up his hand. “Gotta drive.”

I look up at him. For the first time tonight, he sits down and rolls his neck, relaxing. Then, he clasps his hands behind his neck and closes his eyes.

“Looks like you get two, Livi.” Jagger puts two shots in front of me.

“I really shouldn’t,” I say, glancing at Toni in discomfort.

“One of us should be celebrating. Huge crowd tonight, great money. Your tip jar is overflowing.” Hendrix opens his eyes, his lip curling up a little. “Go ahead, celebrate.”

I can’t help smiling. It was a rough night, but I didn’t screw up nearly as much as I have on the other nights. Maybe I am finally getting the hang of things

“To one week,” Jagger says, holding up his shot.

“To one week,” I say, and the four of us tap glasses.

Hendrix stands up and nods to us. “I’ll deal with the money and grab your first official paycheck while you guys finish up here.”

I watch him as he walks to the door leading up to his office, admiring his backside.

“So”—Jagger hands me my other shot and pours another for Toni—“what are your plans for the rest of the night?”

Toni pulls her phone out and sends a message. The smirk on her face can only mean one thing. “I’m gonna get picked up here in about ten minutes.”