Get Rocked
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That night I dropped drinks and bumped into customers. I almost slipped and broke my leg and a few times I got the order wrong. Vick didn’t believe in training, she believed in learning by experience, which meant she threw me straight into a busy Friday night and stood to the side as I failed miserably.
Two hours in, I was sure I owed Clive’s more money than they owed me, but I wasn’t going to give up. I needed this job, and I wasn’t about to let it slip through my fingers like half of the drinks I was serving.
“Just keep smiling, Roz. The guys like you. You have that innocent thing working for you.” Trish said as she slid beside me with a full tray.
“What innocent thing?” I asked loudly over the music.
She turned and winked at me before disappearing into the crowd.
I was standing at the side bar waiting for the bartender to load me down with my order. The lights above me were too bright—the music too loud. I reached up and swiped at the sweat that was coating my forehead. One thing was for sure, you worked at Clive’s. And I was exhausted.
The work shirt Vick had given me was two sizes too small and squished my boobs in. It didn’t help that I’d spilled several drinks down the front of it giving everyone a view of my simple white bra.
“She’s right. Your innocence works for you.” A deep voice said from my side.
He was so close he didn’t have to scream over the music. His breath struck the side of my face and sent chills down my body.
I peeked over at him and saw a stylish black suit before turning away and waiting for the bartender. It was obvious I was ignoring him and I heard his deep chuckle when the music paused before the next song started.
“You’re holding your tray wrong. That’s why you keep spilling your drinks.” Again he was so close I could feel his warm breath against my neck. “Don’t use your palm, use your fingertips.”
Without him knowing, I adjusted my fingers beneath my tray and instantly I could feel the extra control my fingertips gave me. I peeked to my side and was met with the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on.
His soft blue eyes were a contrast to his dark skin and even darker hair. It was messy and fell across his forehead and part of his eyes. He ran his fingers through it pushing it out of his eyes and grinned at me showing off an adorable set of dimples. Perfect white teeth shined back at me as he bit into his bottom lip.
Quickly, I turned my eyes away from him.
“Thanks,” I said out of the corner of my mouth.
It wasn’t loud enough for him to hear it over the music, but again he was so close he did.
“For you, anything.”
And then he was gone. I didn’t see him leave, but I felt him. The side of my body cooled and the ear-splitting sounds around me came back in full force.
It was then that the bartender set my drinks on my tray. I didn’t spill another drink that night. By the time I was cashing out my tips, I was exhausted and in need of a shower.
“So what do you think?” Trish asked as she picked up old beer bottles and empty glasses from one of her tables.
The room was empty except for a few workers who were cleaning up. No one was looking at me, but I couldn’t help but feel eyes all of over me. Something about being in Clive’s after it closed was just creepy.
Trish asked again. “Hello? What. Do. You. Think?” she said louder.
I wanted so badly to say that I’d never come back, but after counting all the cash I had for tips that night, I knew I couldn’t turn the job down.
“I think I’ll be back tomorrow night.”
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