Page 111 of Crazy for this Girl

He spilled way too many secrets to a stranger who was about to fuck his entire life.

“I’m the other guy.”

“Table seventeen wants another beer, babe!” I glance over at Samantha, who gives me an exasperated smile because the bar is slammed tonight, short-staffed, and the night isn’t going to end for her for a while. “Put a little swing in your hips when you’re walking away this time. They seem to like you.”

She winks, grabbing her drinks from the bartender, Jordan, then places them on her sticky, brown tray.

“I don’t work here anymore!” I call back out to her as I watch her hips sway naturally in her tight white shorts and crop top.

Khloe chuckles loudly at my side, sipping on her Long Island iced tea and bobbing her head to a song by Doja Cat blaring off the speakers.

“Did you make good money here?” my best friend asks me. “I might need to reconsider my job choices.”

I lift a brow with a smile. “Why? You wanna show your ass off and get hit on every two seconds?”

“Yeah.” She nods her head confidently without any shame. All she wants is male attention because she’s been so busy at work the population there is miniscule. “Literally sounds like heaven. No commitment, just sweet words hollered out to my ears.”

“C’mon,” I argue. “You’re not that desperate for attention.” Khloe hits me with a blank stare before I roll my eyes. “Stopppp. You’re gorgeous.”

“No, stoppp, you’re gorgeous,” I repeat a she stares at me as if it’s a crime. “I, on the other hand, need reinforcements. I should’ve taken this job.”

Maybe so.

I got a waitress job at The Watering Hole a few months before I nailed the assistant job with Elliott, and…it wasn’t what I expected.

For one, I didn’t expect to be wearing shorts that cup the bottom of my ass and a crop top that showed off my lack of a tan. I also didn’t think I would be cat-called every ten minutes by a bunch of guys who just turned twenty-one.

It wasn’t an ideal night or job, not that I’m knocking bar jobs at all, but that business degree was literally burning a hole in my pocket. However, I made more money here in the two weeks than any bi-weekly paycheck besides the one I get now.

“The menu wouldn’t be hard to memorize,” Khloe states, holding an open menu in her hands. “Hamburgers, wings, nachos, and fries in different varieties. You liked it here?”

I lift my shoulders. “It did its purpose. You have your young crowd who just turns the legal age to get shitfaced and dance the night away. You have your millennials that harass the DJ to play good music over the new stuff of today. Then you have some of your businessmen that come in with their suit jackets hung over the back of their chairs, looking for cheap beer, a place that they didn’t have to entertain clients, and a show of waitresses barely dressed. That would be you and every other female that works here.”

“Not bad.”

“Here you go, love,” Jordan shouts over to us, sliding five Coronas over. “You need limes?”

I point at the cold beers. “I didn’t order this.”

“No, the college frat boys behind you did.” He winks at me and saunters away back to work.

“Aw, let’s go say thanks,” Khloe coos, already turned in her stool. “C’mon.”

I stare at the beers. “Why are there five? There’s two of us and that’s an even number.”

And why is it that no one knows how to count?

Khloe latches onto my wrist and pulls me gracelessly off my stool. “Three frat boys and two of us. That equals five, brainiac.”

Keep a best friend around that can do math. Maybe that’s where I messed up before.

“There she is,” a guy calls out, gaining my attention over the loud music, and low and behold, three dudes are gathered around a table that Khloe is guiding us to. “How are you doing?”

Light brown curly hair, a crooked nose, and wandering eyes, college boy eye-fucks the front of my blue dress without an ounce of subtlety or shame.

I shove Khloe forward a little bit because she was the one that wanted to say thank you, not me. I would’ve been fine with a wave or a thumbs up from afar.

“Hey, guys,” she beams. “Thanks for the beers. That was sweet.”

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