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“You would never,” he said. “At this rate, it looks like she’s going to be solely responsible for the success of this place, if this is how well she does on her first day.”

I smiled at the compliment to my mate, making a mental note to share the praise with her later.

“Killian, do you have a second?” Leah asked from the register.

I walked over and saw that she was staring at the computer in confusion. “What’s up?” I asked.

“Table seven had a gift card, but you didn’t walk me through how to apply those to their bill,” she explained. “I tried to figure it out, but I didn’t want to make a mistake.”

“I can show you,” I replied.

I tapped the necessary keys and explained what I was doing while she watched in concentration.

“Okay, great,” she said. “I think I’ve got it from here. Thank you.”

“Need help with anything else? All your tables treating you okay?”

Leah smiled at my concern before answering. “Everyone is very kind, and I haven’t found anything else I need help with yet. I really do appreciate you giving me this chance to earn my own money, and for helping me get the hang of it.”

“Of course,” I replied. “In fact, that gentleman down at the end of the bar was so impressed with you that he warned me you might take the entire business from me one day. I’d say you’re having an amazing first day.”

Leah laughed. “Don’t worry, I won’t take your bar from you. But I will be collecting all my tips for the evening. Don’t get it into your head that I’ll be splitting them with you.”

I chuckled as she walked back to table seven with their receipt. I was glad to see that her feistiness was returning. Her confidence was one of her most alluring qualities, and I found myself beginning to think of all her other attractive attributes.

“Ki! Come back down here and pour an old man another drink,” someone called from the bar.

I sighed, returning to my station.

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“Congratulations on the end of your first day,” I said to Leah as I locked the doors behind the last customer. “Can I make you a drink to celebrate?”

“I’d love one,” she replied.

“Anything in particular?”

Leah shrugged. “Surprise me.”

I grabbed a glass, a bottle of tequila, lime, and grapefruit juice while Leah sat down at the bar across from me.

“That looks delicious,” she said as I passed the paloma to her.

“It’s one of my favorites,” I said, putting away the items I had used and wiping down the counter.

“I was right, itisdelicious,” she said, licking her lips after taking her first sip.

I chuckled at her expression. “Don’t get too drunk now. We still need to clean this place up.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied, wiping the smile from her face and giving me a solemn salute.

“Calm down, sassy,” I joked. “We just need to wipe down the tables, put the chairs up, and sweep the floors. Everything in the kitchen is already done, and the opener will mop in the morning.”

She bent over the bar to grab a rag and the cleaning supplies from under the cabinet. Her chest pressed up against the wooden table. With her ass in the air, I realized I was going to have this picture of her seared into my brain for the rest of my life.

“Um,” I stammered, trying to wipe the stare from my face. “I’ll, uh, grab the broom.”

I came back from the storeroom and saw she had almost finished with the tables already. “Damn, you’re quick,” I said appreciatively.

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