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Jesus, who spills their guts like this to a complete stranger?

Pulling her hand away from his junk, Joel spun Lisa around as he gave me the finger.Advertisement

I needed to end this now before Lisa wanted to go fuck poor Joel in the cooler. Lifting my phone, Joel nodded.

“Damn it. My boss just texted me. My replacement called in. I’m gonna have to end our night.”

Lisa spun around, “Are you sure? No time for a quickie?”

Joel let out a sigh. “Baby, I’d love to hook up, but I’m not the kind of guy who likes to play sloppy seconds to another man.”

Lisa laughed and then became silent. “Come on. Seriously?”

Joel shrugged. “He’ll be divorced soon and you’ll be jetted all over the world.”

Lisa shook her head. “No! I won’t. He wants to drag this out. I think he still has feelings for Sierra and I’ve been begging him to just let it go so we can move on and get married. He claims he’s waiting for more money.”

And there it was. Fuck. If Lisa was asking Robert to move on, why would she break into Sierra’s house? I seriously didn’t think it was her.

Joel began walking toward the bar, “Damn, hope it works. Got to run, baby. Later!”

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Turning, I walked as fast as I could back to the bar. Chasity laughed and yelled, “Couldn’t stay away, Dodge?” Nodding my head, I gave her a wink.

Motioning to the end of the bar, she yelled out, “Take that group of young ladies orders, please. I’m swamped! You being here has been a blessing in disguise!”

“My pleasure,” I said as I walked to the other end of the bar and smiled at Joel.

Shaking his head, Joel shuddered. “Jesus Christ, I feel like I need to go take a damn shower. What a fucking cunt.”

Laughing, I patted him on the back as he reached into his shirt pocket and got the device out and handed it to me. “Stupid bitch didn’t even notice I don’t have a damn southern accent like you do. All she wanted was a quick fuck.”

“Dude, I owe you big time,” I said with a smile.

“My night shift bartender called in, pay me back now. The way I figure it, you owe me at least an hour.”

Smiling, I nodded my head and headed to the group of girls at the end of the bar. “What can I get you ladies?”

My mouth dropped open when Sierra turned around. Holy fucking shit, what is she doing here?

“Sierra?”

Sierra’s eyes about popped out of her head as she looked at me. “Dodge? What in the hell are you doing? Do you work here?”

“Um . . .” I quickly scanned the place and saw Lisa walking out the door of the club.

Taking advantage of the DJ taking a break, I attempted to fill Sierra in quickly. “I was playing private detective. I took a chance on Lisa and gave her a call. Trying to rule her out as the one who broke into your house. It turns out she hooked up with a bartender from here awhile back.”

Sierra narrowed her eye at me and said, “Go on.”

Shrugging my shoulders, I said, “I took advantage of that piece of information and set up a little covert operation with Joel.”

Sierra stood a little taller. “What did you find out?”

I shook my head. “I don’t think it was her who broke into your house. I do however think she is whore who will screw anything that has money and a dick.”

Sierra smiled that sweet smile that made my heart skip a beat. “We certainly agree on that.”

As the DJ started back up, the girl from Starbucks pushed Sierra out of the way. “I’ll take a cosmo!” Five girls all called out, “Me too.”

Laughing, I looked at Sierra, “Should I make it seven cosmos?”

Shaking her head, Sierra said, “Hell no. I want a lemon drop.”

Tapping the bar, I winked and said, “Coming up.”

I handed the girls their cosmos and smiled when I lit Sierra’s lemon drop. It ignited and Sierra let out a squeal.

“How did you do that, Dodge?”

Winking, I said, “151 rum floating on top.”

Sierra’s eyes matched the flame on her drink.

“Show off,” she said as she started laughing. “So be honest, you were missing your days behind the bar, right?”

“Sierra, come on! There are way too many dicks in the club to be talking to the bartender!”

Placing my hands over my heart, I said, “I’m wounded.”

The Starbucks girl pointed to me and smiled as she shouted, “Hey! You’re a bartender too?”

Smiling, I nodded my head. Turning to Sierra, Starbucks girl said, “Come dance with us, Sierra!” Clearly she wasn’t impressed with my bartending skills. pqdm.com