Page 94 of Her Possessive Daddies

"I had good teachers." In more ways than one. The feeling of Seth teaching me proper pour techniques while pressed against my back still makes me shiver.

The bar's dark wood and vintage fixtures feel like home now. A jazz band plays softly in the corner while patrons in expensive suits mingle. Even on busy nights like this, the atmosphere stays refined.

"Did you see the guy at table six?" Tessa whispers as she grabs more glasses. "Total sugar daddy material. Reminds me of your Donovan."

I laugh and shake my head. "There's only one Donovan." But I don't blame her for looking. After hearing about my arrangement, she practically begged me to help her get hired here.

"A girl can dream." She straightens her uniform. "Speaking of dreams coming true, thanks again for getting me this gig. The tips are insane."

"Just don't steal any of my regulars." I wink, knowing she has her sights set on finding her own powerful men to corrupt.

The night flows by in a pleasant blur of mixing drinks and trading looks with Tessa. Who would have thought my boring life would transform into this? Sometimes I still can't believe this is real - the job, the men, all of it.

"Hey." Tessa flags me as I finish wiping down the bar. "There's a distinguished gentleman at the end asking for you specifically."

I glance up to see Donovan sitting at the far end, looking delicious in a charcoal dress shirt that stretches across his broad chest. My heart starts pounding.

"Oh really?" I play along, even though we both know exactly who he is. "And what did this mystery man say?"

"Something about needing expertise with his drink order." Tessa's eyes dance with mischief. She loves being in on our little games. "Very particular about how he likes it. He won't even let me touch his glass."

"I better go see what I can do to help then." I toss my rag aside and smooth down my uniform.

"Such dedicated customer service." Tessa fans herself dramatically. "I'll cover this side."

I make my way down the bar, putting an extra sway in my hips. Donovan's dark eyes follow my every move.

"What can I get for you tonight, sir?" I lean on the bar, giving him a view down my shirt.

"Surprise me." His voice is pure velvet. "I trust your... skills."

"Any particular preferences?" I remember exactly what his preferences are.

"Strong." He leans in closer. "Hot and dirty."

Behind me, I hear Tessa's muffled giggle as she pretends to organize bottles. She's gotten way too much entertainment out of watching our little encounters play out.

"So, what brings a stud like you to a place like this?" I lean on the bar, studying his rugged features. The peppered stubble on his chin catches the low light, making him look distinguished and dangerous all at once.

"Heard there was a bartender worth meeting." His eyes rake over me, making me weak in the knees. "Word is she makes a killer Old Fashioned."

"Is that what you're in the mood for?" I reach languidly for the bourbon, making sure to stretch just enough to give him a view. "Something... classic, with a twist?"

"You read my mind, sweetheart." His voice is intimate. "Make it dirty."

I grab the mixing glass, adding ice with deliberate precision. The rye flows amber and rich, and I stir slowly, putting on a show. His eyes never leave my hands.

"You seem very... skilled with those hands," he says, leaning closer.

"Lots of practice." I strain the drink into a rocks glass, garnishing with a twist. "Though some might say I have natural talent."

He takes a sip, letting out a low groan that makes my thighs clench. "Perfect. Just how I like it."

"Always happy to please a discerning customer." I wipe the bar slowly. "Will there be anything else?"

"Oh, I can think of a few things." His smile is wicked. "But maybe we should discuss those somewhere more... private."

"My shift ends in ten minutes." I check the clock, heat pooling low in my belly at his intense stare.

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