Page 38 of Queen of The Reapers
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“If you needanything else at all, just ask.”
The red-headed server shoots Atlas a flirtatious wink and I jerk my cocktail up from the table and slurp it loudly. Her throaty baby voice is obnoxious, and if I’m going to have to sit through this bullshit any longer, I’ll need much more alcohol.
It wouldn't be so bad if it were just her, but there seems to be an ever rotating merry-go-round of slutty servers in this place and she’s just one of the many we’ve seen tonight.
Initially, I wrote off their blatant flirting as part of the normal service the girls here offer, but five different women have visited our lounge at least ten times within the hour. And during every single visit, they only focus their eyes on Atlas.
“I’ll take another.” I say abruptly, shaking my empty glass for emphasis. I’ve been sucking on melted ice for the last thirty minutes, not that any of them have noticed.
She shoots me an annoyed glare and rips my glass out of my hand.
“I’ll have that right out for you.” She hisses, all sweetness from her voice suddenly gone.
“Awesome.” I say, flashing her a mocking smile.
She could stand to be knocked down a few pegs, and if she keeps talking to me like that, I’ll be happy to be the one to do it.
Atlas levels his eyes on me and cocks his brow with an amused look in his eyes.
“What?” I ask, flipping my hair off of my bare shoulder.
“Nothing.” He says, fighting a smile.
“I needed a drink.”
“Uh, huh.” He says, leaning into me. “You know, if I didn't know you any better, I'd say you were jealous.”
I turn away from him and smooth down my dress. “I’m not jealous. I just have a hard time respecting people that don't understand boundaries. They’re working right now, but all they seem to care about is flirting their boney asses off. Other patrons of the club are suffering because of their neglect. Excuse me for caring about your business.”
“If you say so, Kitten.” Atlas says, letting out a lighthearted laugh before taking another sip of his drink. “Still, I probably wouldn't trust any drink she brings you after that interaction.”
My smile falls.
Damnit.
“Ugh.” I say, rolling my eyes as I stand up from my seat. “You're right. I’m going to head to the bar. Do you want anything?”
Atlas gestures to the four other Jack & Cokes, still waiting for him on the coffee table. The sight only fuels my annoyance, and I grit my teeth with a sneer. Of course, they made it a point to refill his fucking drink every visit.Stupid asshole servers.
“Calm down, Kitten.” He says, shaking his head with a smile. “She’s testing you. They all are.”
“Did I mention I’ve always been terrible at tests?”
Atlas only shakes his head in response as he takes another slow sip of his whisky. As I walk past him, I gently pat him on his shoulder and make my way towards the bar. The whole point of coming here was to get some intel on Alex’s kidnappers and try to find out who the hell has been asking about me. But the only thing we’ve done is summon an army of skanks. It’s like, with Jessie no longer around to keep them in line, the girls have gone wild.
I approach the bar and lean against the cool granite countertop as I wait for service and silently thank my lucky stars that none of the bartenders hate me.Yet.One of the male bartenders approaches me and I quickly put in a drink order for two hellhounds and take a seat while I wait. From the peripheral of my vision, I see a large body sink into the seat next to me and turn to face me.
“We meet again.” It only takes me a second to recognize who it is. But once I do, it’s a voice I’d recognize anywhere. Dimitri.
“Go away, Dimitri.”
“Now, now. That’s no way to talk to a friend. Besides, I come bearing peace.”
I pivot slightly in his direction and slowly level my eyes at him. “Somehow I find that incredibly hard to believe.”
He nods his head as he swirls his glass of rich brown liquid. “That’s understandable.” He says, looking up at me with the deepest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. I don’t remember them being this captivating. Then again, I try my hardest not to remember anything about that night.
