Page 2 of Watch Me
“That’s a pretty name for a pretty girl.”
I chuckled. “I’m not a girl.”
His gray eyes moved to my breasts, and I instantly felt as though he could see them through my black T-shirt. “No, you’re not. I bet you could teach me a few things.”
I stood quickly so he could no longer look down my shirt. Before I could respond, Derrick poured ice into the ice bin next to me. I jumped slightly at the noise. His brown eyes flicked up at me, and he smiled. “Did I scare you?”
I held my hand over my chest. “Just a little.”
“Sorry about that,” hereplied.
“No worries.” I was actually grateful for the commotion. It had been years since a man had flirted with me, and I wasn’t sure how to go about it, even if it was harmless.
I turned back to the gray-haired man. “Can I get you another whiskey sour?”
“You can get me your phone number,” hecountered.
My gaze flicked to Derrick, who was still standing next to me. He looked at me, silently asking if I needed him to step in, but I smiled warmly to let him know I was okay. We were in a packed bar, and this guy was only flirting.
My attention moved back to the customer. “Sorry, but that’s not going to happen.”
“Why’s that? Do you have a boyfriend?”
I noticed that Derrick was pretending to wash glasses in the sink under the bar—glasses I’d already washed. “Doesn’t matter if I do or not. I’m here to make you drinks, so if you’d like another one, let me know.”
I turned and walked to a new customer, not letting the guy respond. By the time I went on my dinner break, the guy had left, settling his tab withFrank.
“How’s your first night going?” I asked Derrick. He had walked into the break room just as I was clocking backin.
He sat down at the small, round wooden table and opened his sack lunch, taking out a sandwich. “Good.”
“Is this your first job in a bar?”
He took a bite of what looked like a PB & J. “Yeah.”
“It’s exhausting, but you meet interesting people.”
He nodded and bit into his sandwich again. “Yeah, my friends are going to want to come in for free drinks.”
I chuckled. “Lucky for Judy, you aren’t a bartender then.”
He took another bite of his sandwich. “True, but we’ll make good tips once I tell my friends from school how hot the bartender is.”
I snorted and ignored the part about my looks. “You’re in school?”
“Yep.”
“What’s your major?”
“Undecided.”
Of course, it was. Even though I was starting school again, I didn’t bother to tell him that I was in college too. “Well, I’ll see you back out there.” I turned toleave.
“Hey, Reagan?”
I stopped and turned back to him. “Yeah?”
“Doyou have a boyfriend?”
