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Emily’s first half day where she finished at six.
    “No fighting tonight,” Tony said, dropping another round of beers off. “Good work this week, Emily.”
    Guy watched the owner tap her on the shoulder. The sight alone made him angry. Sipping at his beer he saw the hand linger a little too long for him.
    “I told you our girl would rock your world,” Dorothy said, smiling. He saw the other woman rest her head on Emily’s spare shoulder. What was with all the touching?
    “She certainly rocks the bar. Guys love her.”
    “It’s the body. I would kill for those tits,” Janet said, pouting.
    Emily’s cheeks went bright red. Tony pulled away, muttering his goodbyes.
    “Janet, for fuck’s sake.” Emily looked at all of them.
    Guy smirked, admiring her full rack. He was voting for a wet shirt contest where he could pour his beer all over that full chest. Did she have big nipples or small?
    His cock tightened even more. Someone wrapped their arm around his neck. He glanced back seeing a redhead smiling up at him. Guy frowned, thinking of her name. Gigi came to mind. Yeah, her name was Gigi.
    “Hey, handsome. How are you doing?” Gigi asked, rubbing her tits against his arm.
    “I’m doing fine.” Gigi’s scent swamped him. He glanced at Emily to see her swigging down some of her beer from the bottle. Her tits were pressed against her tight shirt. His hard cock twitched at Emily’s lush body. At the same time Gigi’s fingers caressed his thigh drawing his attention back to her. She kept trying to kiss him, and he pulled away, taking a quick swig of his drink. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Emily speaking to someone else, completely blanking him. Anger took over, and he led Gigi out onto the dance floor. Gigi all but wrapped herself around him.
    He spun her on the floor so he could keep an eye on Emily and what was going on with her.
    Don’t care. She’s a stuck-up pussy.
    “I’ve been hearing some scary shit about you, Guy,” Gigi said, giggling.
    The sounds coming out of her mouth were starting to grate on his nerves. Why didn’t he recognize this before?
    “What shit has been scaring you?” He wasn’t really paying any attention as another man came up to Emily. Guy recognized the man as Andrew Marker, a player like him.
    “You’re not playing the field anymore, baby. I was wondering if you’re ready to settle down.”
    Her words cut through his thoughts. “What? No, not at all. I’ve been ill. I’m not settling down, so don’t start getting ideas in your head.”
    The walls obviously crashed down around her. She was no longer smiling at him or giggling.
    “Fuck you, Guy Jensen. You’re an asshole.”
    She stormed off leaving him alone on the dance floor. Emily was passing him as he made his way to their table. Reacting, he reached out for her tugging her onto the floor.
    “Guy, what are you doing?”
    He pulled her into his arms getting lost by the sea of people.
    “We’re dancing. Shut your mouth,” he said, leading her further onto the dance floor.
    “You’re losing your mind. I was heading to the bathroom.”
    “What did Andrew want?” he asked, needing to know the answer.
    “Who is Andrew?”
    “The man you were talking to.”
    “I don’t have a clue. He’s a customer and a great tipper.” She tried to tug out of his arms. In the last week they’d gotten to know each other. Not once in all that time had he seen Andrew anywhere near her.
    “When has he been near you?” he asked, getting angry.
    “He comes in during the afternoon. I’ve been taking the late afternoon and evening shift, not that it’s any of your business.” She looked over his shoulder, resting her hands around his neck.
    “I wait for you every night. It’s my business.”
    “Be careful, Guy, you’re sounding like a jealous boyfriend. I doubt that’s going to go down well.” She winked at him.
    Cupping her cheeks he forced her to look at him.
    “I wait for you every night. I care about you,