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“Are we ever going to have a normal relationship?” shewhispered.
Her words caused my heart toconstrict.
“I don’t know, is the honest answer. You need to work with me. I guarantee if I can do this, it’ll be worthit.”
I saw her smirk a little. “Worth it, huh? You better be, Jackson Walker, you betterbe.”
* * *
The bar wasclean and mostly prepped when we arrived, a little later than I would normally haveliked.
“Dude, wasn’t expecting you tonight,” D-J said from behind thebar.
“Can’t keep me away for long, myfriend.”
“Good, because we were fucking heaving last night. I barelycoped.”
I led Summer to the chair beside the bar end, where she had sat before. I handed her a cold beer and set about to line up the glasses D-J was polishing. That night we had a DJ, and while he set up on the stage, D-J decided to sing, loudly and off-key. As he belted out some country song, I aimed the soda syphon at him. The party was getting started way earlier than normal. Summer’s laugh lifted me. I had worried about our earlier conversation. She must have been fucking exhausted with all my highs and lows. I knew Iwas.
An hour later, it was three deep at the bar. The noise level was at fever pitch, and I had to lean over the bar many times to hear the order. D-J and I spun a couple of bottles between us, made a few cocktails, and messed around, as usual. Dexter had the night off and we were getting behind with stacking the dishwasher. The bar was always busy but that night, one man down, we were struggling. I caught Summer’s eye and indicated with my head for her to join me, she wouldn’t have heard had I shouted. She slid from her stool and forced her way through the throng to the open end of the bar and joinedus.
“Want to help? I need fresh glasses,” I had toshout.
“Sure, just show mewhere.”
I pointed to the dishwasher and D-J threw her a polishing cloth. She emptied, stacked it again, and set it to wash. She polished the glasses and shelved them, mopped down the bar and then served a couple of beers to a guy shouting for her attention. She smiled and laughed; she flirted with them, all the time with her hand on my arse under the bar. I gave her a wink and quickly showed her how the till worked. She was agodsend.
As the night wore on, she barely had time to speak. The DJ cranked up the music and when The Weeknd’sWicked Gamesstarted to play, D-J jumped on the bar and sang his signature tune. The crowd cheered and sang along, not one of them had a clue how significant that song was to him. Like me, D-J had songs that resonated with him. He sprayed the crowd, fuck knows how much soda we got through in a month, but they loved it. Especially the women with the see-throughtops.
I watched as Summer leaned over the bar to hear an order. A guy I hadn’t seen before reached forwards to grab her tit. It took no more than a second for me to be by her side. I grabbed his wrist, twisted his arm, and slammed it down on thebar.
“No touching,” I growled. He raised his uninjured hand in defence and backedoff.
“My knight in shining armour, again,” shesaid.
“Told you, I am a jealous kind of guy,” I said, before grabbing her face for akiss.
“That was a little territorial,” she said when weparted.
“Just wanted them to know not to touch.” I gave her a wink and turned to serve thecustomer.
All serving stopped whenJungleby X-Ambassadors screamed out. The crowd sang along with D-J and me as we belted out the words and jumped onto the bar. All that could be seen were people bouncing on their feet in time with the music. I watched Summer kick off her shoes and climb up to join us. She raised her hands above her head, wiggled her arse over to me, and ground it firmly into my groin. I wrapped an arm around her waist and danced with her. She was sexy as fuck, her t-shirt was wet and nearly see-through, her wet hair whipped around her face as she dirty danced against my hardening cock. We were giving the crowd quite a show as I practically fucked her through herclothes.
She laughed and turned in my arms when the song came to an end. She placed her arms around my neck and kissed mehard.
“That was a little territorial,” I said when webroke.
“Just letting them know not to touch,” she replied with a laugh. “I get very jealous too, Jack. And it doesn’t look like it’s just the women that want to tear the clothes from yourbody.”
I followed her gaze. A guy was standing against the wall and he raised a glass to me. I stared at him and was thankful to see him lower hiseyes.
“Someone you know?” sheasked.
“No. Now you’ve given these guys enough of a warning that you own me, shall we?” I held out myhand.
She laughed and I helped her from the bar. From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Honey and she wasn’t looking pleased. She was drunk, she often was, and swaying from one foot to the other, but certainly not in time with the music. I made a point of not looking directly at her. I didn’t want to give her reason to approachme.
The night turned into the early hours of the morning and the bar started to wind down. When we had a handful of people left, it was time to kick them out and lock up. We wiped down the bar and cleaned all the glasses. The floor could be mopped in themorning.
