Page 1 of Becoming the Owners
Chapter 1
Ben
“Don’t waste your money. He’s not gonna take a drink from you.” The bartender gave me a snide look like he thought I was a moron as he started to walk away.
“Guess you don’t want a fifty then.” Shrugging as I not-so-subtly waved the folded bills around, I turned to head back over to my table where I knew the twink that’d been serving us would do what I wanted in a heartbeat.
“Wait.” The asshole bartender who thought he was hot shit leaned against the counter and studied me. “You have thirty seconds to satisfy my curiosity or I’ll have security toss you out.”
God, he was so full of himself.
It made me wonder if he knew that Niko only kept him around because he thought the guy was hot and he didn’t flirt with the dancers. I was starting to get the impression, though, that the only reason he was so professional with the other staff was because he was straight.
This asshole wouldn’t set offanyone’sgaydar.
Niko just hadn’t noticed that because he had no gaydar and had a thing for straight guys.
“You do that and I’ll tell the owner you’ve been skimming off the top.” I was going to tell Niko anyway, but dangling it infront of the dickhead first was more fun. “Niko would be very interested in some of the sales I’ve seen you ring up in just the last few minutes.”
Niko had been a doll and let me see the books so I could understand the accounting better, and that’d made it even easier to spot.
I could see the questions in the idiot’s eyes, but he tried to play it cool. Lifting one eyebrow, he gestured between us for me to continue. Fine. If he still wanted to play it cool, who was I to tell him he looked like a dickhead. “Fifty for you as a thank you for about five minutes of your time.”
If that much.
“I just want you to call in an order to the sub place next door. Order him his usual and a bottle of water on me. That’s it. I want it to be you that calls and for it to be a sealed container for the drink so he knows there’s no funny business.” To put it mildly, the object of my fascination seemed a bit skeptical of other people’s intentions.
“That’s it?” Asshole man was finally starting to realize how easy the fifty was going to be.
“Yes.” I held out my hands and shrugged. “That’s it. You don’t have to lie and you don’t have to talk me up. Just answer his questions if he asks.”
No point in hiding the fact that I wanted his attention.
I wasn’t exactly playing hard to get here.
“Why?” The way he shifted to one side and glared at me said he really didn’t get it. He had no idea why I’d want to buy my fascination dinner and take care of him rather than try to get him drunk when heneverdrank alcohol at the club?
Where was Niko hiring these morons?
This was why we needed a real BDSM club in town.
“Because he’s been dancing longer between breaks lately and isn’t eating enough.” Duh. How had everyone not noticed? “He needs the reminder tonight.”
And I knew that because I’d been nosy and asked around.
The consensus was that my fascination was stressed and hadn’t been taking care of himself right. He’d also been skipping breaks and working more often.
None of which I’d liked hearing.
The bartender rolled his eyes as he took the bribe and the money for the food from my hand. “Fine.”
He walked over to the phone mumbling about me being a stalker under his breath, but since he was possibly right in the most technical definition of the word, I ignored it.
When it was clear he’d made the order and hadn’t just wandered off with my money, I headed back over to my table to talk shop and obsess over the lithe little dancer who was shaking his ass in a cage over the dance floor.
To say that his round ass was barely covered would’ve been an understatement, but it was his long legs and the bliss on his face that were my favorite things to obsess over. But I only allowed myself a quick glance at the sexy man before I forced myself to look away.
I was obsessed, but I wasn’t a dick and didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.
