Page 10 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

He took the time to look at her without her being aware. Lizzy appealed to him in every way. She had the natural blonde wavy hair, the blue eyes that matched his own, and her figure was perfect. The flair of her hips and her large breasts had caught his attention from the start. But she remained unaware that just moving and breathing teased him, and he found himself watching her.

Until he learned how Lizzy would work out at The Fire Ring while he conducted business, he couldn't afford any distractions.

Monica, Kelli, and Heather walked into the bar from the back carrying bags. He motioned them over to the fire. Only two of them had ever worked as a server, but it'd been a few years. He counted on the new ladies to show them the ropes.

"If everyone can gather around," he said.

All the women stood in front of him, sharing smiles as a way of introductions. The only one who might have a problem getting along was Kelli. She had a tendency to run her mouth, especially toward other women. Though she had a sweet side. He'd need to speak with Peer about keeping his old lady in line.

"From left to right, this is Heather, Monica, Kelli, Coco, and Lizzy. You can get to know each other as you sort out the uniforms. Monica has all the details and will help you out there. As we're getting close to opening, I want you all here at six o'clock sharp. Doors are opening at seven. You'll be paid double time for the extra hour. We'll follow that schedule for the first week, and then we should have everything ironed out, and you can come in at the regular time. Does anyone have a problem with that?" He looked at each woman.

When nobody argued, he said, "Coco? Lizzy? Which one of you is the most responsible and has an easier time telling people what to do?"

Coco snorted softly. Lizzy nailed her with an elbow. The small thumb pointed at Lizzy gave him his answer.

"I'm going to start you out as lead server, Lizzy. You'll be in charge of assigning tables, and if there are any problems between the women, they'll come to you. If you can't handle them, come to me, and I'll deal with the conflict." He waited for her to acknowledge the position and she continued to gawk at him. "Are you up to doing the position?"

"Yeah. I mean, yes. Okay," she said.

Amused, he looked at Monica. "Go ahead and take them into the breakroom and sort the shit."

"Come on, ladies." Monica grinned, holding up the bags, and stepping toward the back. "The outfits are cute, so no worries. I helped pick them out."

Coco and Lizzy followed behind the others. Remembering what he forgot, he said, "Lizzy?"

Coco left her side, and Lizzy came to him alone.

"Yes?" She raised her arched brows.

"The extra responsibilities as the lead server comes with a three dollar an hour raise."

Her mouth curved into a smile and her eyes lit up. "Thank you."

He nodded. "Better get to the breakroom, or you'll miss out on the instructions."

"Okay." She gave a small hop as she turned. "Thank you, again."

He watched her hurry out of the room and shook his head. That sweet ass of hers swayed with excitement.

A low whistle filled the room. Roar jerked his gaze to Joel, his MC brother, and caught him feeling good after eyeing Lizzy.

"Get to work. We got a bar to open." He walked around the tables, into the hallway, purposely ignoring the closed door to the breakroom, and went out the back of the bar.

The alleyway gave the club enough parking that everyone could keep their motorcycles off the street. He looked each way at the new ten-foot solid gates on each end. Unless someone climbed over, they had the privacy and added security needed to run Slag.

Lifting his hand to the two prospects on each end of the alley, he walked over to the clubhouse. The two-story, fifty-thousand square foot building would house those that needed a bed and provide a place every member could call home.

He pushed through the door. The activities inside from the members echoed off the walls. Soon, construction would be over, and while the noise level would remain high, it would be in celebration.

Norah spotted him from the kitchen and climbed down from the chair she stood on to run over to him. He braced and took the impact when she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, rubbing her breasts against him.

He straightened, not in the mood for her. "Where's your brother?"

"Around." She slipped her arms off him and tugged at his vest.

While he enjoyed Norah when he was in the mood, he had too many things on his mind. "Go find Brage and tell him to come to the meeting room."

Her lower lip came out. She lived her whole life within Slag, except during a short marriage, and knew better than to voice her displeasure.

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