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interesting feature caught my attention. Rather than a wood top, a crystal cover edged in a crisscross pattern provided an unobstructed view of broken liquor bottles, all different sizes and colors scattered on a mirrored base. An amazing serving area and unlike any I’d seen before, the “L” design had to be near thirty foot long and seemed tiny in this large gathering space.
    No one else here yet, I decided to get acclimated with the liquor. My former catering job trained and rotated employees from serving tables to tending bar. That way, if anyone ever called off they’d be covered. Since I preferred serving food, I often chose it when they needed a replacement. Either way, the skills would come in handy.
    A voice cleared from behind me. I turned around, and the little bit of confidence I’d stored throughout the day took a nosedive.
    “I’m B.B. and this is Fallon,” she introduced in a sing-song voice as we shook hands. “You must be Serena, nice to meet you.”
    “I was taking a look around. I hope you don’t mind.” Even in the amazing Forté green dress, which accentuated my favorite features, these women made me look like an Oompa Loompa.
    “No, it’s fine. Let’s get started,” B.B. said. A classic blonde that could be a modern-day pin-up, she had wavy white-blonde hair that cascaded to her hips. A stark contrast to Fallon standing next to her with auburn locks and a side bang that draped over her left eye. Fallon and I both towered over B.B., who couldn’t be more than five foot five in her stilettos.
    The hour went by fast as we discussed various routines, cut garnishes, stocked shelves, and cleaned tables. At seven the doors opened and gorgeous women of all shapes and sizes filled the room. Their scantily clothed bodies on full display, delighting the men following close behind. The clients seemed to range in age from mid-twenties to a refined seventy. Most good- looking and well-dressed, typical white-collar type. But if they paid the prices Mylaynee mentioned, they must be higher up on the corporate chain, or whatever income ladder qualified them to be here.
    Similar to other company events, people danced and gathered in groups, talking above the rapid beating rock music. Except in this place, hands roamed all over bodies, and PDA didn’t happen behind closed doors. Hmm, so sex clubs did exist beyond the pages of a book.
    B.B. worked alongside me a while. When I handled each order without making any mistakes, she told me to grab her if I needed help and skirted off to the other end of the bar. The three of us covered the constant orders without delay and worked well together.
    Ducked into a bottom cabinet, I reached for a whiskey bottle. At that moment a large hand swept the exposed skin along my spine and gripped me around the neck. I bolted upright and came face to face with Linc.
    “Nice dress.” His gaze dropped to my lips and lower. He snagged the diamond chain belt and reeled me into him. “How’s it going?” His devilish baritone zinged along my nerves. In a lazy caress, he rubbed his thumb on the silk dress, lengthways along my hipbone.
    Even in a crowded room consumed with perfume and cologne, his bold scent took hold and I got lost in his shimmering blue eyes. It took me several seconds before I responded with a husky “Fine,” but it probably came out a gurgle as saliva pooled in my mouth. Yep, real smooth, Serena.
    Taking a step back from him, I bumped into the counter. A comical grin spread across his face. That got my head back in the game and I crooned with sugary sweetness, “Can I get you a drink, boss ?” I matched his smirk with one of my own. The man intrigued the heck out of me.
    “Serena,” he said, coughing through a chuckle.
    What’s so funny?
    B.B. bumped her shoulder into mine, butting between us. “Can I get you anything, Linc?” she purred.
    Oh, boy. I dashed off and kept myself busy with customers. A while later with a couple minutes of downtime, I