Stuffed

“Don’t flirt with the customers,” he orders, his tone hard.

I think flirting is part of my job. This uniform screams look at me, and it’s also how I get more tips. I’ve never been much of a flirt, but here it’s easy. It’s been surprisingly easy, and it’s helped me come out of my shell. I think because it’s expected, or at least I thought it was.

“Okay,” is all I can really say because he’s my manager. I’ll have to ask Diamond about it later since Neil is acting weird.

“Put your tray up and report to private room three.”

“Thanks.” I start to walk away, but he snags me by my wrist to stop me.

“Remember what I told you. I’d really hate to have to fire you.” His eyes drop to my boobs and I hate the way he leers at me.

“Got it.” What a creep.

I pull my hand away from his and he lets go while still glaring at me. Did someone forget to tell me it’s Glare At Ember Day?

I drop off my tray at the bar before I pop into the bathroom to make sure I still look all right. I fluff my hair and put on more lip gloss as I try unsuccessfully to pull my corset up any higher. Still in the back of my mind, I can’t shake the disappointment I feel about not seeing Rogue again.

It’s definitely for the best because I know it would be hard not to flirt with his grumpy butt. As much as he acted like a jerk, I still felt this crazy-hot attraction to him. I enjoyed toying with him and had even gone as far as eating a cherry to draw his attention to my mouth.

Oh god. I’m one of those girls who likes assholes? Please no. It’s just my luck that the first guy I’m attracted to after my high school boyfriend is a dick. I must have a type, although they don’t look anything alike.

My ex was my first and last and soured me on dating. I’m not even sure I can call him an ex since we only went on three dates. It was a disaster, but instead of dwelling on it, I push the thought of him out of my mind. He never crosses my mind unless he gets drunk and blows up my phone. He left some scars on my ego that are still healing.

When I walk out of the bathroom, I glance into the poker room one last time but still don’t see Rogue there. The guys are still having a good time, and I see Cara is now in my section.

Will Rogue hit on her too? Cara is the most popular cocktail server here. I learned that quickly in my short time, because she let me know every five minutes. I’m actually surprised she’s not in a private room. Diamond told me she used to model or something like that.

I push open the door to the private room and step inside. I hear the snick of the door closing behind me as I see the only person in the room leaning back against a red velvet sofa.

And it’s no surprise he looks angrier than ever.

Chapter Four

Rogue

She stands there for only a second before she clears away her shock and straightens her shoulders.

“Good evening, my name is Cherry, and I’ll be taking care of you tonight.” She’s completely professional as she steps over to the stocked bar. “Can I interest you in a cocktail and a menu?”

In answer I hold up my glass and shake the empty ice cubes. I don’t ever drink this much, but I can’t seem to quench my thirst.

She reaches for a fresh glass, and my eyes travel down her back as she makes my drink. I press my lips together tightly as I take in the dip of her back before her ass flares out. It’s too big for the little skirt she has on, but I love the way the material pulls tight across it. It’s obscene yet she’s completely covered.

She has to bend over to get the ice, and I nearly come undone with the view of her ass in the air and the fishnets pulling at the back of her thighs. Could she be any thicker? My fingers clench with the need to see how deep they could sink into her. If I grabbed her by the waist, would they dig in? Her body is round and full, and I’m embarrassed at how hard I am.

I have to cross my ankle over my knee to try and hide it while her back is turned. It’s already tucked under my belt, but the bulge can’t be contained. Why are my pants so tight?

She turns around with my Scotch and puts it on this little tiny plate to bring it over to me. I was hoping for a more intimate touch, but she’s making a point of icing me out.