Page 22 of Broken Rules
Savannah leaned close. “Listen, I think Joe might have a hidden camera in the office.”
“What?” Brandi gasped.
“I’m going to talk to him when he gets back, but obviously, no more changing in the office.”
“Such a scum bag!”
“I know!”
Brandi rolled her eyes, jerking her head toward the bar. “Speaking of scum bad, Steve’s tapping his fingers on the bar.”
“I’m gonna scream!”
“Take a deep breath, Savvy. Remember, it’s last call. The night’s almost over.”
Inhaling deeply, she turned to face her least favorite customer. “What will it be, Skeeve? I mean, Steve,” she said, not feeling in the least bad about her subtle jab. If he got to stare at her chest for the next twenty minutes, then she could at least release some of her pent-up aggression.
“Rum and soda, top-shelf, not that shit you gave me last time. I’m wise to you, Savannah. I know all your secrets.”
Her stomach twisted in disgust as she turned away and quickly made his drink.
“Seven dollars, and this is it. It’s last call.” Then she turned away and cupped her hands around her mouth. “Last call,” she shouted to the remaining customers.
After making the last few drinks, she motioned for Sam to join her behind the bar. “You can finish your side work after we’re closed, cover the bar for me. I’ve already done last call. All tabs are paid. I’m going to head up to the office early.”
She didn’t give Skeevy Stevie another glance as she headed through the dining room. They had stopped serving food an hour earlier, so the room was mostly empty. Out back, the servers were just finishing their side work.
She pushed open the kitchen door. “How was your night, Wally?”
Wally looked up from scrubbing the grill. “Glad it’s over.”
“That good, huh?”
Then she noticed William behind the line. “Good luck getting your paper done.”
“I finished it during lunch.”
She smiled. “Big plans tonight, then?”
He blushed pink and lifted his shoulders. “Maybe,” he said, then dropped his gaze and continued washing the counter, a smile playing at his lips.
“He doesn’t kiss and tell,” she said to Wally. “Take note.” Then she called out to all the kitchen guys. “I challenge you all to be more like William. When you are with a woman, think W.W.W.D?—what would William do?”
She turned on her heel and was struck by a new acronym: W.W.B. B. D? What would Brandi Bush do?
Just then, her role model came bounding down the stairs. She was dressed in a pair of cutoffs, a tank top with a sweatshirt tied around her waist and flip flops.
“You look cute,” Savannah told her. “Where are you and William off to? He wouldn’t tell.”
Brandi smiled, happiness seeping from her every pour. “Really? He’s so sweet. That’s just like him. Well, he may not kiss and tell,” she began under her breath before she grabbed Savannah and pulled her into the corner. “But I’m going to. Savvy, he is amazing. We did it for the first time last night, and I cannot begin to tell you how incredible it was. Tender, romantic.” She groaned. “And so hot!”
Savannah stole a quick glance at William who was scraping the fat off the grill. She had a hard time believing that his tall, lanky form could incite such a reaction from Brandi.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Brandi said. “But what he lacks in muscle size, he makes up for in other ways.” A squeal came peeling from her lips.
Savannah raised her brows in surprise. “Who knew?”
“Right?” Brandi beamed. She started to walk toward the line, but then she stopped and gave Savannah a playful look. “Oh, and did I tell you, he runs marathons.Marathons,” she said again with emphasis. Then Brandi darted forward, goosing Wally as she passed and wrapped her arms around William’s neck.
