Filthy Vegas Nights (The Trifecta 3)

I’m shell shocked, unable to move. I’d love to tell you I pick my chin up off the floor and wipe the drool, but I can’t. I literally can not move. He dances as if the music’s made for him. The crowd cheers when Ben and Axel appear on stage, but I don’t move my eyes from Damien.

Seriously, I’m in so much trouble.

I grip the bar harder as Damien goes to the ground moving his hips as if he’s fucking the air. Lucky air. My face goes red, remembering those hips doing the same thing last night with me. Only there wasn’t a ravenous crowd of women watching.

As if he can read my thoughts Damien lifts his head up and stares right at me. His devilish smirk hits his face as he thrusts his hips harder. The crowd goes insane but all my attention is focused on him. He winks before standing up, rubbing his palms down his stomach. My thighs clinch as he puts his arms behind his neck as his hips never stop moving.

And just like that, it’s over. The song’s ended. And I’m left hyperventilating.

“I told you to pour yourself a drink,” Clara says, finishing hers.

“I wasn’t...I wasn’t expecting that,” I stumble over my words.

I try to gain my composure but it’s no use. I’m thrust back into the world of bartending at supersonic speeds with every woman in the club needing a drink after experiencing the Trifecta in full force.

Emma smiles while I pour a drink. “If you think that was good you should ask Damien to give you a lap dance.”

Clara laughs. “Yes, Damien should definitely give you a lap dance.”

“What?” My hand jerks from the bar, spilling a newly poured drink on the woman in front of me.

“I’m so sorry,” I say, handing her a bunch of bar napkins.

“Mayor, I’m so sorry,” Damien says, coming up right next to the soaked woman as she dabs at her shirt.

I close my eyes and wish I could disappear. Of course the one mistake I make tonight is spilling a drink on the mayor in front of Damien. I mean it was his fault for dancing like that. Damien shoots me a look before leading the mayor off toward the other side of the club.

“Well, there goes my job.”

“Don’t worry about it. It was an accident.” Clara pats my hand.

“He’s going to fire me.”

“He’s not going to fire you. You did an awesome job tonight, and none of the women complained about you being behind the bar. He’s just grumpy.” Emma smiles at me.

I will not cry.

The rest of the night flashes by in a blur. I lose track of Damien and the mayor, and I silently wish I could have a redo of that whole situation. But, I don’t let it deter me to finish out the night with a solid finish.

Maybe he’ll be pissed at me for spilling a drink. But who cares. I’m going to make sure he knows I’m not going anywhere.

I work here.

That’s right. Shayne. Bartender.

4

Damien

There’s one thing I hate more than dancing on stage. And that’s kissing ass. The mayor would not let it go that she had a total of three drops of vodka land on her silk blouse. I offered to pay the dry cleaning bill. I offered a few free drinks for her and her friends.

But no, she wanted me. Typical. The amount of moves I had to dodge from the overzealous woman should make me a martyr.

Either way, I’m just ready for this night to be over.

After the club empties, I head upstairs to my office. I sit at my desk trying my best to get my emotions together. As much as I tried not to pay attention to Shayne, I found my eyes always seeking her out. I watched her like she was my prey. I had to keep asking people to repeat themselves, because I just couldn’t focus on them. When we got onstage as the Trifecta, I couldn’t stop myself from watching her as I danced. When her mouth dropped open as I unbuttoned my shirt, I laid it on thicker than I ever have, getting the crowd into a bigger frenzy.

Breathe.

I can’t have her working here. Plain and simple. It’s too hard not to want to touch her. She’s taking my attention away from the club. And that’s unacceptable. This club is my future. It’s all me and my brothers have. It wouldn’t be right to have anything take my focus away from succeeding. I need to fire her, and having her spill a drink on the mayor gives me the perfect excuse to get her out of here. And out of my mind. Hell, I’ll even let her keep my jeans as a going away present.

Shayne’s at the bar, putting things away when I head downstairs. My best bartender Eddie and her talk and laugh as they clean the bar. They’re too engrossed in whatever they’re talking about to notice me. A pang of jealousy hits me, cementing the fact that I need to get her the fuck out of here.