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Now it's my turn to blink in confusion. "You want a job?"

She tilts her head and her eyebrows go up, "Hmm, I never thought about it like that but I guess that's what I'm going after. What do you say?"

I don't really have a need for anyone else to work with me right now but it might be good for me to hire someone. It'll also be good for me to hire Bee so I can keep an eye on her, not that I'm accepting responsibility or anything.

"Yeah, I guess you can help clean up and stuff. I'll do all the pouring." I shrug and she claps her hands.

"Awesome! Great to be here boss." She juts her hand out and I laugh as I shake it.

"You're absolutely out of your mind."

Just in that moment the door flies open and four of my regulars come in. It's clear they've just come from work.

"Well let's get started." Bee tries to pull her hand away from me but I hold onto it a second longer.

Something tells me having her work here is going to be more trouble than anything Evan or Sonny can bring my way.

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Bee

This is hard.

As much as I'm trying to act like I'm holding my own, maybe getting a job at a bar isn't the best thing for me to do when I'm so fresh from being an alcoholic.

Fortunately for me the bar gets pack and fast, before I know it I'm buzzing around picking up cups and chatting with the same people I used to get drunk with. I'm finding besides the desire to just put one of the cups up to my mouth for a swallow of that burning liquid I'm still able to have fun and be my normal self. The only difference, I'm much less sloppy than I usually am.

Rye keeps his eyes on me the entire time.

I should feel uncomfortable about it, but if I'm honest I like the attention. There are even times that I catch him biting his lip and his gaze much lower than my face. Yeah, he's liking what he's seeing. Maybe there is something more to what he's saying. So far he's only admitted to the fact that he's here to help me, but maybe he wants more the same way I do.

I want to feel his lips all over my body. Want those rough hands squeezing and pulling at me.

I just want this man.

The fact that he was so determined to keep me out of his troubles because he wanted to keep me safe is just another reason I want him. He didn't want to keep me out because he thought I couldn't handle myself, he wanted to keep me out to make sure I wasn't harmed.

I don't know who this Evan or Sonny characters are, but from what I saw going on earlier, it seems like they are bad news.

Bad news I'm definitely going to have to bring to Vexx's attention.

I'm sure with the club and with Rye, we can make sure that nothing happens to Rye or his bar.

I just hope he doesn't start feeling some sort of way having a bunch of women helping him. That's usually the rub when it comes to the men around here. They see us as dainty ladies when in reality we're all vicious lionesses. Rye will figure it out sooner or later.

I lean down to grab a cup off a table so I can bring it back to the bar to get washed, unfortunately the person that was drinking seems to think this is the perfect opportunity to stop me.

"Where you going with that, beautiful?" He grabs hold of my wrist, stopping me from pulling back.

In one second, I look him over and know that I'd have no problem putting him down if I need to. I'm hoping it doesn't come to that. It'll be fun if it does, though.

"Oh, no where far if you don't let go of me. In fact, I'm pretty sure you can find it rammed up your ass in the next ten seconds if you don't remove your hand from my wrist." I bat my eyelashes at him and all at once all the men that he's sitting withat the table roar with laughter. Right away, he lets my hand go, and I'm walking with the empty glass back over to the bar.

Rye is standing stock still, his eyes no longer on me but glued to the profile of the man who just grabbed me.

"What the fuck was that about?" He growls, and I can already see his muscles bunching and coiling like he's ready to rip the man's face off.

"Easy, killer. It's nothing I can't handle." I stand in front of him and force him to look down at me. "You know if I'm going to be working here you're going to have to get used to the fact that some people might touch me. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."

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