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there a few months before and had regretted it since.  Ken had been nice enough but definitely not her type (read:  lousy in bed) , and he became obsessive after she’d broken it off .  She didn’t want to hurt his feelings , but he didn’t get it when she said she was no longer interested.  He kept asking, no matter how many times she said no.  So being gone from Crown Auto helped.  She blocked his number on her cell phone and that was it.  Well, that and he came to her apartment one Saturday after she quit, and Sean had been hanging out with her.  Ken probably assumed Sean was her new boyfriend and didn’t stay long enough to find out for sure .  She could have kissed the BAMF on Sean’s knuckles for scaring Ken off.   Of course, it wouldn’t have taken that much for her to kiss his fingers anyway.
    Crown Auto might have been history, but she still worked for Napoli five nights a week, Tuesday through Saturday.  The tips from Napoli were her most significant source of income.  She also ran her little tail off every night of the week, because even slow nights were busy compared to most places — Napoli was a favorite of locals and tourists alike, and the place rarely had an empty table during the week.  So she kept in shape without having to work out on a regular basis.  And since Nicki had been working there for five years, she was the senior waitress (God, she hated that moniker) and could get whatever hours she wanted.  And she met a lot of good-looking guys at her job.  That was always a plus.
    So she squeezed into her black and red uniform.  It wasn’t the most attractive, but she did what she could with it.  The top was short sleeved with a stiff collar, and the pockets had red pipin g.  The back of the shirt said Napoli in script on a diagonal from the waist to just below the underarm.  It was a button-up shirt, so Nicki usually wore it so that she could show just a little cleavage.  She was only a C cup, but she found that if she kept the shirts snug, her C looked good enough to keep the guy’s gaze off her eyes for part of the time (usually when she was writing something down).   It didn’t hurt that she wore a necklace whose heart pendant nested perfectly atop the swell of her two breasts.   Her waist was also small enough that anything larger than C would have looked like too much.  The black jeans that went with the uniform had red piping down the sides, so half the time she felt like she was in a high school marching band.  But they were mostly black, so they looked pretty cool , and they also hugged her ass, another feature she was proud to display .  She wore black sneakers with the ensemble.  Over the years she found that athletic shoes were the best—they had more cushioning so her feet didn’t ache after an eight-hour shift.
    Tuesday nights were the slowest, and she’d only had five tables since she’d arrived.  It had better pick up soon , she thoug ht, because she’d be getting three more people in the next half hour.  But, as always, by the time her help arrived—one waiter, one waitress, and a busboy—the place was buzzing and ready for them all.
    A couple of hours into their steady stream of customers , three bikers walked in the door.  Would they want to sit at the bar or could she persuade them to sit in her section?  She’d always gotten great tips from bikers, so she tried to snag them when she could.  Mandy and Brian could barely handle what they had, so she’d be happy to take these guys off their hands.  She walked to where they stood, by the sign that asked them to Please Wait to be Seated , and said , “Are you hungry or just need a little something to quench your thirst?”  She wore a flirtatious smile and waited for them to answer.
    The tallest one, a lovely shade of brown with smoldering coal eyes, brown hair, and clean-shaven face, smiled back, his teeth a startling white.  “What would you recommend, señorita ?”
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