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Yes!
I nodded. “Absolutely.”
Sleeping arrangements would be a problem. There was no way I could work here in the evenings, drive three hours to Cold Spring afterward, and then get up in the morning and get back to campus before my first class every day.
Maybe Neve would let me crash on her floor until I could find a place? I would ask when she finished her interview.
“Great. Ask the bartender for a uniform to get you started, and we’ll get more ordered if you make it through the first week.”
“Thank you.”
Mike rose and went to call Neve in for her interview, dismissing me without another word. I tapped out a text message to her asking if we could chat after her interview, and then put my phone away. Ezra ducked his head back into his phone, and I stood to leave, feeling a strange combination of triumph and let-down.
I had a feeling he expected me to fail my trial week, but I wouldn’t.
I couldn’t. I needed this job too badly.
On a whim, I stuck my tongue out at him as I passed him on the way out the door. As luck would have it, he looked up and caught me. Face flaming, I kept going, the devilish grin that split his face embedded in my memory.
Shit.
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Ezra
Holy fine breastesses, but this girl was fire.
I lowered my face into my phone again, needing desperately to focus on something other than the truly beautiful tits this pink-haired goddess had on display. I wasn’t usually so…stupid over a pair, but something about this diminutive female had set me back on my heels.
I wanted to kiss them and hug them and call them?—
No. Not that.
Where the fuck had my brain gone?
I looked up for one last look as she left and happened to catch her sticking her tongue out at me.Ha!I must have pissed her off. I grinned. I’d just have to make it up to her tomorrow when she came in for her trial run.
I sobered as Mike brought the next girl in, Neve something. I barely paid any attention to her interview, my mind firmly on Jude Tiernay. I had a feeling I was going to lose my shit if anyoneput a hand on her, and that wasn’t a good thing. Guys were touchy-feely at Sugar Babes; it was just par for the course.
Maybe I’d bring Baron and Gale, Gale in particular. If I could turn Gale’s protective instinct on, he’d make sure no one even looked at her sideways.
I whistled soundlessly to myself and with a tip of my chin to Mike, let myself out of the office. Now there was an idea—putting her in front of Baron and Gale. They’d be as fascinated by her as I was. She was as much their type as she was mine.
Why didn’t that piss me off?
I needed to analyze this. Maybe plot it out on my whiteboard back at the dorm. Turn it into a mathematical equation, because it was firing all sorts of intriguing synapses in my brain.
A—The thought of some other, random dude feeling her up made me want to punch something.
B—I didn’t even know this girl, but I was convinced already that I was going to know her. In a very biblical sense.
C—I kind of liked the idea of my friends knowing her, as well.
Hmm. Wasn’t that…fascinating.
Yeah. We were definitely going to Sugar Babes tomorrow.
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