“Two fifty for all long-necked Coronas,” I said.
“Sounds good to me. Five Coronas, five limes, please, Emma,” Adam said.
Then, all five of them sat down at the bar in front of me.
“Five Coronas with lime coming up,” I said, still tingling all over from the sound of my name rolling off Adam’s tongue.
As I looked around the bar, I noticed there were a lot of men in here with the same leather cuts. They had on the same navy-blue material, and I figured their entire club had come in for drinks. I slid beers to each of them and watched as their large, strong hands caught them languidly. Five sets of long, thick fingers curled around their beers.
Fuck, there wasn’t a damn thing about these men that wasn’t attractive.
“So, I haven’t seen you guys around town,” I said.
“Our club is relatively new to the area. We all just came from a meeting,” Adam said.
“I suggested this bar,” Jacob said.
“He’s the VP,” Nick said.
“Well, aren’t you important?” I teased with a smile. “What’s your club’s name?”
“Road Warriors,” Tyler said.
“How long have you guys been out this way?” I asked.
“About six months,” Tanner said.
“Moved this way from the Lodi area,” Tyler added.
“You been around Lucas Corner long?” Adam asked.
“Born and raised,” I answered.
The conversation went on like that for a little while; we bantered back and forth as I ran from one end of the bar to the other serving the crowd.
The twins, Tyler and Tanner, didn’t stay for very long. They finished their Coronas, then got up and left. I was disappointed they had gone so quickly, but they left me a twenty-dollar bill for their measly beer.
Each.
“Hell of a tip,” I said as I shoved the bills into my pocket.
“Hell of a woman,” Jacob said, grinning.
“So, what’s a woman like you doing working in a bar like this?” Nick asked.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You’re obviously intelligent. You can keep up a conversation. I’m sure your dream isn’t to work in a bar your entire life,” Jacob said.
“I’d be interested to know why you started working in a bar in the first place,” Adam said.
“Okay, okay. One at a time,” I said, giggling. “I started working here when I was—young.”
“We catch your drift,” Jacob said.
“It was a job. I hated school and didn’t want to go, and my mother couldn’t have cared less. I was hired here as a bartender with absolutely no training, but it gave me the money I needed to save up for my store.”
“Your store?” Adam asked.