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“Great!” I smile.
“Not like I could really tell him no,” she teases.
“I mean, youcould. He probably wouldn’t like it, though.” I laugh, moving to the computer to put our orders in.
“Don’t worry about clockin’ out for your break,” Rusty says. “And I’ll take care of your tables.”
“Thanks, Rusty!” I get Bull another beer and a soda for myself, then go back to his table. I set the drinks down and slide into the seat across from him. He lowers his leg off his seat and turns, so he’s facing me.
“The red head, your boss?” He gestures to Rusty with his head.
“Yeah, that’s Rusty. She owns the place,” I tell him.
“No shit? She does well?”
“From what I can tell, yeah. And she loves the hell out of this place.” I chuckle.
“What about you? Do you love it here? What brought you here?” he questions.
“Woah,” I laugh. “What’s with the twenty questions?”
He grins. “I just wanna get to know you, Goddess.”
I roll my eyes at his nickname for me.
“Keep rollin’ your eyes and I might have to bend you over my knee.” The corner of his mouth tips up in a devilish smile. Heat instantly rises in my cheeks and he laughs. “Back to my questions.”
“Right,” I respond, resisting the urge to roll my eyes again. “I do love it here. It’s a fun place to work. As far as what brought me here, I’d say fate.”
“I know that feelin’,” he mutters, avoiding eye contact with me.
“Yeah? How’d you end up here? Rusty mentioned she thought your clubhouse was an hour away,” I blurt out.
“It is,” he admits. He lets out a sigh. “I had to get away for the day. Decided to go for a solo ride and ended up here.”
Before either of us are able to say anything else, Rusty brings us our food and a refill on our drinks. We eat in silence, but nothing about it is awkward. It’s actually refreshing. Even while he eats, he doesn’t take his eyes off me and I can’t help but smile.
When I’m done eating, I sit back and admire him. He’s done before me, but sips on his beer while I finished my food.
“You know I have to get back to work now, right?”
“Don’t remind me,” he sighs.
I slide out of the booth and stand from the table, stacking our empty plates and grabbing the empty glasses to take to the kitchen.
“Can I get you another beer?” I ask him.
“And a shot of whiskey, please.”
“You got it.” I give him a small smile and walk to the kitchen, getting back to work.
A few hours later, I go to check on Bull and find him passed out in the booth. After we’d finished eating, he started asking for more and more shots with each beer. I shake my head and go grab our bouncer, Tito.
“Hey, Tito! I need your help,” I sigh.
Chapter Four
Bull
