Page 45 of Taming Waves

“What would you suggest?” she asks as she tucks her elbows in, hoping to bring my attention to where her ample breasts threaten to spill from her tiny tank top.

Keeping my eyes on hers, I glide one of the black menus with Whiskey Joe’s signature cocktail lists printed in gold lettering between them.

“If you’re a fan of sours or fizzes, the ones on the left are great. If you prefer something a bit sweeter, the ones on the right,” I say.

“What if we just want to get drunk and cut loose?” the brunette asks.

I slide my gaze to hers.

She’s more my type—beautiful in a soft, natural way. Her cream-colored sweater fits her perfectly.

“Shots with a beer chaser,” I answer.

She wrinkles her nose in disgust, and I chuckle.

“How about lick, slam, suck?” the blonde shouts, bringing the attention back to herself. “Tequila makes my clothes fall off.”

She gives me a seductive grin.

I feel a warm body press against my back and turn to see Audrey, a bottle of Grey Goose in one hand and a chilled martini glass in the other. And she’s scowling at me.

“Hey, Casanova. We have other customers. Shake a leg,” she bites out.

I glance around the bar, and the crowd is indeed four rows deep, but I linger with the two girls in front of me for a few more beats just to get under the fiery redhead’s skin.

“Lick, slam, suck it is,” I say with a wink before grabbing the Patrón off one of the back shelves.

As I place the shot glasses and lemon down on the napkins, the blonde makes a show of licking her wrist. Her tongue flattens out as it travels slowly toward her palm. Then, she sucks the tip of her thumb before extending her arm to me.

I shake salt onto her moistened skin and turn to her friend, who simply licks the side of her hand.

The two of them lick the salt, sip the tequila, and then take the citrus wedges between their lips, garnering every man’s attention.

Lifting the bottle, I ask, “Another?”

“Yes, please,” the blonde answers before repeating the seductive sequence.

“Parker!”

I look up to see Audrey glaring in my direction. And I can’t help but smile to myself.

“Will you be starting a tab?” I ask, but before the brunette can hand me her credit card, the guy behind speaks up.

“I got them. And I’ll take two Jack and Cokes.”

He hands me his card, and I quickly make his drinks. He takes the glasses and leads the giggly girls to a table where his buddy is seated. The blonde looks back at me with a pout as they go.

“Get your head in the game,” Audrey hisses as she reaches over me to grab the bottle of Patrón.

“I’m just doing what you told me to do, boss,” I say.

“And what is that exactly?” she asks as she makes four margaritas on the rocks without even taking her eyes from me.

Damn, she’s talented.

I step behind her, lean in, and run my nose up her neck as she finishes adding lime wedges to the edges of the glasses. “Flirting fills the tip jar,” I whisper before playfully nipping at her ear.

She sticks me in the ribs with an elbow, and I grunt as she takes the drinks and walks over to Heather, who is waiting at the end of the bar.

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