Page 7 of Love on the Rocks

“Getting in trouble with the boss is my favorite thing to do,” I say and wink.

5

Donovan

My wife knowshow to get revenge. After a few hours of bending over the tables to serve customers, flashing me—and everyone else—a peek at her delectable ass, she moves on to accidentally spilling beer on her white t-shirt. My name hid the most important bits, but enough is visible that she starts getting twice the tips. Every time she shoves a handful of bills into her apron she winks at me.

Unsurprisingly, this leads to a steady decline in my tips. Most likely due to the force with which I slam beers down in front of customers. It doesn’t seem to deter the female patrons. The ruder I get, the more interested they seem to be. I’m starting to understand how Griffin always left my old bar with a woman back when he was still single. Before Wren, he was the grouchiest asshole in town, and women thought his irritability was sexy. I’m starting to understand why these women are single on Valentine’s Day, because they clearly have a thing for assholes who would treat them like shit.

Their attention is not well received by me, and only makes me grumpier because they just block my view of my wife. Brody,my co-bartender, tries to intervene as much as he can, but these women are gluttons for punishment.

“You’ve got a fan club,” Bess says teasingly, when she comes back behind the bar for some beers.

“You could be a little jealous,” I grumble.

She leans against the bar, drawing my eyes to the way her still-damp t-shirt molds to her tits. Bess clears her throat and I force my eyes to meet her bright blue ones. “The fact you’ve been watching me all night is the reason why I’m not jealous.”

Bess pushes off the counter, grabs the front of my shirt, and pulls me down so she can whisper in my ear. “I trust you, but if any of these bitches dares to touch what’s mine I’ll rip their hair out.”

That might be the single sexiest thing I’ve ever heard her say. Well, maybe the second sexiest, the first was probably when she begged me to put a baby in her. And now I’m hard, but before I can pull her back into the storage closet again, she rushes past me to go help a table. I’m going to add that to the things she’s going to be disciplined for after we close.

After our little discussion behind the bar, I relax thinking she’s toning down her efforts to drive me insane, and then one of the other waitresses putsDirrtyby Christina Aguilera on. I’m not sure they didn’t plan it ahead. Both she and my other waitresses clear a spot on the floor and start what seems like a choreographed routine. All the single men start going crazy for a song most of them weren’t even alive for when it came out. Then my wife breaks through the middle of the madness tearing up the floor like a pop diva making a long-awaited come-back, and her fans are thirsty for more of her.

I know, because I’m the thirstiest one in the crowd. Holy fuck, but the woman still has it. Ten years and she can still work a crowd and have every man standing at attention in every possible way. When she was a full-time waitress, I’d have a packed house every night she was scheduled to work.

Just like when she worked for me in Harriston, I’m on edge watching to make sure no one gets too handsy. Centralia might be a bit classier than Harriston, but drunk men are the same everywhere. The crowd grows rowdier as the song reaches the climax and begins to push in on the ladies.

Men start shoving each other to get closer to Bess and the other two waitresses. I tell myself what I’m about to do is because I am preventing a fight from breaking out, but I really don’t give a shit about anything other than making sure none of these fuckers lays a hand on my wife.

“Ring the bell, Brody, we’re closing early tonight.” I reach under the bar and grab the baseball bat I’ve never had a reason to bring out before, and I jump over the bar for the second time tonight. It’s a good thing I’ve never given up going to the gym.

I shoulder my way through the rowdy mob, not being careful who I trample over on my way to my wife. When I finally bulldoze my way in front of her I pull my t-shirt off, then yank it over her head.

“Okay you tiny terror, you’ve done enough damage for one night,” I tell her as I throw her over my shoulder. With my shirt on, I feel confident her ass will finally be covered since it hangs lower on her than her leather bandaid masquerading as a skirt.

She squirms as I make my way back to our office, so I swat her on the ass to settle her down. “What the fuck was that?”

“I’m sorry?” She doesn’t sound even the slightest bit contrite.

I smack her ass again. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

Bess squeaks. “I’m sorry, boss.”

“That’s a start, but we have to have a long talk about your behavior tonight. If you work really hard to make it up to me, I might let you keep your job.”

All night long we’ve been blurring the line between real life and fantasy. I just tipped us over the edge. Up until recently our sex life has always been wild, but I wouldn’t describe it as kinky. This is an evolution for us, one I’m very excited to explore.

I set her on her feet in the middle of the room. “I’m going to make sure Brody got everyone out, and I need to lock up.”

“We need to clean up,” she protests.

I give her a look that is as much a command as any words I could speak would be, and she immediately stops arguing. I stroke the side of her face. “Good girl. Good employees don’t argue with the boss do they?”

“No sir,” she says more meekly.

“Not that it’s your concern, but since I’m the boss I can just as easily call in a crew early tomorrow before we open to clean up as I can have them stay late tonight. Retraining you is more important. Now, do as you’re told for once, and give me back my shirt.”

Bess slowly pulls my shirt over her head. Even something as simple as that she manages to turn into a strip tease. I take a step back and am able to fully appreciate the view of her in that tiny skirt and tight t-shirt now that it’s just the two of us. I both loveand hate this outfit. I always have, but it’s more visceral now that my ring is on her finger.

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