The fact it was a few degrees shy of sixty was a bonus in her mind.
Especially since the spectacular specimen in front of her was wearing a nice fitted T-shirt.
Yuuuummmmmy on those biceps as he picked up his drink.
“Quiet is what I’m looking for,” he said. “I’ll be busy soon enough.”
She wanted to ask what he did but understood she shouldn’t always press the issue. Or at least not this soon.
Emma wasn’t here to get to knowhim, she was here to learn the job working the weekend night shift.
“The same,” she said. “It’s early yet on the night. Are you here long or just the weekend?”
“The weekend,” he said. “It’s good to get away and decompress.”
He was frowning at her as if she were missing something.
“I hear you there,” she said. “Excuse me.”
She turned her back and twisted her lips in frustration after a woman to her right was rudely waving her hand and shouting, “Yoo-hooo. I’d like a drink.” So much for spending her time with the hottie in front of her.
“What can I get for you?” she asked the older lady.
“I’d like one of those purple drinks that woman has.”
She turned her head to where a long fake nail was pointing.
What the hell was that drink? “Do you know what it’s called?”
“No,” the woman said sarcastically. “That’syourjob to know those things. I just think it looks pretty.”
She took a deep breath and turned to Marshall who was manning the end of the bar and sent him a wave to come down.
“This customer would like one of those purple drinks you made over there. Could you tell me what it is?”
Marshall laughed. “I’ve got it, Emma. Why don’t we swap? They wanted a few drafts down there.”
She did a little shoulder wiggle. Phew! “You’re a lifesaver.”
“Nope,” Marshall said. “Just saving my skin from Hunter if you did it wrong.”
She patted his arm. “That’s what I mean. I’ll hear it too.” She scooted to the other end of the bar. “Hi, guys. Sorry to ask what you want again. Marshall and I switched. What can I get you?”
“You’re a prettier sight than he was anyway,” the older man said.
“Why, thank you,” she said, taking a bow and getting a laugh out of the two of them.
“We’ll take two number threes on draft,” his buddy said. “Can you believe who that is over there?”
Emma poured the two drafts while she turned her head to see a woman in a slinky dress flirting with the Adonis she had admired a few minutes ago.
If that woman had wet panties, it’d show right through that white cotton for sure with as tight as it was. Shit, her nipples were pretty visible. Was that even a dress or nightwear?
She had to admit the man she’d been admiring was looking everywhere but down. His neck might hurt soon with the way he was staring at the clouds.
Good for him not leering at what good money had bought the chick rubbing his arm.
Lucky bitch, feeling up that muscle the way she’d want to do.
