Page 31 of Love your Billionaire Boss

“You’ve got it.”

For the next hour, Cleo restocked the shelves in the back and front of the bar. When she was finished, business seemed to be picking up a little. She smiled warmly at the regulars and poured them their usual drinks. It was just her and Bridget tonight because one of the other bartenders had called out sick. They probably didn’t need her, anyway. It looked to be a slow night.

“Did you catch that game the other night?”

Cleo’s ears perked up a little while listening to two elderly regulars talk over their beers.

“It was like watching a bunch of amateurs,” one of the men said, shaking his head.

“They need to get their heads in the game if they want to go all the way.”

“They always get so close, and then blow it.”

“That Michaels has some arm, though. The team could learn from him.”

Cleo realized she didn’t even know Kenny’s last name. Checking to see that no one needed her, she slid her phone from her back pocket and searched the team’s roster. She scrolled down and saw Kenny’s face. He had a serious smile, and he looked sexy as hell in his uniform. She smiled when she saw that his last name was Michaels, and that the two men had been talking about him.

She heard someone clear their throat and looked up guiltily to see someone new had sat at the bar. She clicked off her phone and slid it in her back pocket.

“Sorry. What can I get you?” she asked.

“Whiskey. On the rocks.”

She nodded and grabbed a glass, filling it with ice. The man looked familiar. He was young and she knew he had been in before, but couldn’t place him. She filled the glass generously, hoping it would make up for her being on her phone.

“Here you go.” She slid the drink across the counter.

“Thanks.” He took a large sip and set his glass down, eyeing her.

She nodded and turned to busy herself with unloading the clean glasses from the washer. She could still feel his eyes on her, which she was pretty used to being a bartender, but she couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable.

She glanced his way uneasily. “Is there something else you need?”

“No. Just looking.” He shook his head casually.

She studied him for a minute before finally placing him. He was on the team and had always given her creep vibes. She wondered where the rest of them were, and wished it was Kenny sitting here and not him.

“You’re on the team, right?” she asked casually.

“Yep. Kev.” He took another sip of his drink.

“Just you tonight?”

“Yep.”

“Well, let me know if you need anything else.”

Cleo felt a little disappointed as she turned her back and began stacking glasses.

“I’m just enjoying the view, sweetheart.”

She shook her head, hoping he didn’t catch her.

“You ever been with a ball player before?” he continued.

“Can’t say I have.” She turned and shrugged.

“Well, I can change that.”

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