Page 6 of Spies Like Us

Kenzie

Matthew is leaving. Can one of you follow him?

Lathan

Dayton will.

I heave out a sigh of relief. Having backup isn’t horrible. I don’t have to worry about where Matthew goes, and I can concentrate on exploring the club.

Lathan

The two men you described haven’t left yet, but I’ll keep an eye out.

I blow out another heavy sigh and head back inside, wondering if we will get a chance to poke around tonight after work.

Chapter 3

When I get back to the bar, the two men who had been with Matthew are nowhere to be seen, but then I really don’t have any time to worry about it because after the football game finishes, the tables and chairs are cleared away, the music is turned up, and the empty space becomes a dance floor. If I thought we were busy before, then it’s nothing compared to what it’s like once this happens.

Meri and Sam move behind the bar to help Anders and Keith serve drinks, leaving Carla and me to wait on the booths around the outside of the dance floor. Thank goodness I’m fit, because we are slammed all night. I see Miller and Ryland come in with the group of people they hang out with. I get glares from the girls in the group, but Carla has their table, so I’m able to avoid any kind of confrontation about the previous night.

Jessica and I didn’t speak to one another at all today. We were woken up early to help Martha with the chores, and from the moment she woke up, she gave me death glares. I vacuumed our room while she dusted the furniture downstairs. The other kids all had set jobs too, as well as about ten loads of laundry from all of us. Martha must not do any housework throughout the week, leaving it all for us. It wasn’t until I was about to leave the house in the afternoon to go to my first shift that Jessica stopped me.

“You better stay away from Ryland Turner and his friends. Sophie has plans for them, and you really don’t want to get in the way of Sophie’s plan,” she hissed, digging her nails into my arm. “That would not be healthy for you.” Either she didn’t know about Bishop or she’s a damn good actress.

I was glad when they weren’t placed in my section.

“Hi, what can I get you?” I’m looking at the tablet I use to send orders to Anders as I approach a table. When I look up, I almost trip over my own feet. It takes all of my acting skills not to react when I see the two people sitting together on one side of the booth.

“Ms. Walsh, aren’t you a little young to be working here?” Max’s eyes sparkle with amusement, but he has a frown on his face.

“Matthew is a friend of the family, and he’s happy to give Aunt Martha’s kids jobs. Let’s face it, no one else will,” Stella Standish sneers as she snuggles into Max’s side. “A low-class job for low-class people.”

“Stella,” Max scolds, brushing a hand over her side. I don’t know why, but my eyes zero in on that hand just for a moment, and I feel an irrational wave of anger before I remember what that hand had done to me recently, then I want to kick myself because jealousy does not belong on the job, especially ours. “Not everyone is as lucky as you and me to have loving, caring parents.”

She smirks and presses a kiss to his cheek. “You are so kind and right, but I think this time my words are pretty fitting.” She looks me up and down. “Could you not find a smaller uniform?”

I want to snort with amusement. The dress she’s wearing is almost as indecent as the outfit I have on, but I just paste a tight smile on my face. “Mr. Turner, Ms. Standish, lovely to see you. What can I get you?” I try my hardest to be polite, since I don’t want to get fired on my first day, and I know Stella is the type of person who would complain to Matthew.

“What would you like, Stella?” Max asks her, and she looks up at him and flutters her eyelashes. I want to gag, but I don’t.

“Why don’t you surprise me?” she purrs as Max grabs the drinks menu from the table and looks it over.

“I’ll have a bottle of Sam Adams, and Stella will have a dirty swingers,” he tells me, and I watch with amusement as she loses her simpering smile and frowns. All the cocktail names are dirty. Hell, there’s one called the malibukaki daiquiri, and it’s super popular. It comes in a shaker, and you pour it into shot glasses. It can be shared amongst a bunch of people or one person can drink the lot. “We’ll also get two three-dollar hooker shots.”

This time she turns and smirks at me. “That should be easy enough for you, right, Mackenzie?”

I hate women like Stella. Women should be cheering each other on, not trying to climb all over each other to get to the top. She’s the worst kind who enjoys other people’s misfortunes.

“Are you sure you don’t want a blow job? They are my—I mean our special tonight.” I smile brightly, winking at Max, and Stella’s lips purse tightly.

Max chuckles quietly, pressing a kiss to her head. “Sure, why not? I love a good blow job.” He smirks, bless his dirty little heart.

Stella glares at me as I add the extra shot to the order.

“I’ll be right back.” I give Max a flirty smile, ignoring Stella altogether. She’s going to have to try a lot harder than that to upset me. I wonder what Stella would say if she knew her boyfriend was balls deep in me earlier in the week.

I head back to the bar, and by the time I get there, Anders should have my drinks made. He’s responsible for making everything that Carla and I put into the system, while the other three service the people who come up to the bar.

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