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I nod as he goes over to it. I hurry to get the flutes and take them to the roulette table. The people make my job easy as they all take one for themselves and I don’t have to pass them out. Even though I want to turn and dart over to Knox, I still have to ask, “Is there anything else I can get you at this time?”
They ignore me.
I still have to smile. “If you need something ask Angie to flag me down and I’ll come over.”
They start placing bets. Assholes, all of them. Why do people have to be dicks to their servers? They realize I could easily spit in their drinks, right? I won’t, because I’m not trash, but I can’t say the thought hasn’t crossed my mind once or twice.
Returning the tray to the bar, I take a second to gather myself. I don’t want to seem overly excited to see him, even though I am. Getting my heartbeat under control I go to him, and stand off to the side of his machine, where we’re supposed to stand. “Can I start you off with a beverage, Knox? Or an appetizer?” It takes everything in me not to call him sir. Not only because it’s a habit, but also because I don’t want to amp him up right away when he clearly likes it when I do it. I’m nowhere close to the end of my shift. I want to save that kind of talk for later.
I’m not sure if he’s going to take me on a date first, but I wouldn’t mind if we went straight to his room. My clit tingles to life, I have no doubt that it will be aching and my underwear will be soaked by the time I can clock out.
He hums. “Oh, I can think of a lot of things I would like to taste test, but that will have to wait for another time ,” he checks his Rolex. “Six hours, correct?”
I swallow hard. I wish I could fake being sick and leave early, but if someone snitches on seeing me going up to the room with him, I’ll be out of a job. “Sadly, yes, I wish I could provide you with what you want sooner.”
His gaze travels over me and rests on my freshly manicured nails. He pulls his lower lip through his teeth. I’ve never had someone look at me with so much lust before. My body shivers in response. I have to grip the tablet tighter to keep from dropping it.
His gaze comes back up to meet mine. “No whiskey tonight, I want to be on top of my game. A glass of your best red wine to start. Do you like red wine?”
I nod. “I prefer wine over anything else. It doesn’t burn my throat and it doesn’t taste awful like beer.”
A soft chuckle leaves him. “Bring me your favorite that you have here, I would love to taste what you like.”
I would love to taste him. Fucking hell I bet his kisses will make my toes curl. I can’t take my eyes from his. I don’t know how I’m going to work for the next six hours, especially on a night like tonight, when he makes me want to say to hell with it all and let him take me to his room now. But I not only need this job, but I do also like it on nights when people aren’t being assholes.
“Where did you come from?” I softly whisper, more for myself than him.
A smile pulls at his lips. “I could ask the same about you, Carissa.”
Another shiver. It’s the first time he’s said my name aloud and I want to hear him say it again.
Chapter Six
Carissa
After six agonizing hours,and most of my tips coming from Knox, as he moved off the slots and went to the blackjack table once more people joined it, I’m off work. I asked him to stay on the floor while I went into the locker room to change.
At this point, I don’t want him to take me on a date, I want him to take me straight to his room. My body thrums with need. My clit has its own pulse and every time my thighs rub together it only makes the need worse. I take off my apron, only to realize it’s still heavy with the chips I still need to cash from the last hour.
It did pick up a little bit once Knox joined the blackjack table, I swear it’s like his mere presence drew people in off the streets. They didn’t know why they had to come in, they just did. I get it. All night I’ve felt like a fly being lured by a bead of sweet tantalizing honey.
I pull them out, there’s almost a grand here. It’s the most I’ve made in a single night in a long time. It’s nearly enough to cover the rent on its own. I don’t want to go back out to the cage to cash them now. Not when it’s going to take a good five minutes and Martha will huff about it the entire time. I swallow hard and glance around. I’m the only one in here right now. The cameras aren’t allowed in here due to the chance of people changing or taking a shower in one of the shower stalls.
I quickly put them into my tip pouch. I’ll cash them tomorrow during my next shift. It’s not like I’m going to be taking them out of the building with me, it will be fine. That’s all they’re worried about anyway is the chips getting onto the street and someone abusing them. I’ve even heard that every chip made in the last decade has a microchip embedded in them so they can’t be taken out of the building or stolen as souvenirs. A lot of people do that, wanting to take them home as a memento and the casino was out millions of dollars every year in missing chips.
That’s just a rumor though, I’ve never seen any proof of it. It’s not like an alarm goes off every time someone walks out of her with a chip they forgot to cash or tried to hold onto. I’m not sure how it works. They’re going to remain here in my locker, so they and I should have nothing to worry about. I’ll cash them in the next fourteen hours.
My heart hammers and I know I’m breaking the rules and I have never done that, but I don’t want to keep Knox or my body waiting longer than needed. I put my pouch under my heels for safekeeping, and to remind me tomorrow about what I have to do. I’ll just cash them out slowly, if I do that, they’ll never know.
Stripping and putting on the dress, I refresh my lipstick and run my comb through my hair making it look so soft and smooth again. I run my hands over the dress. It may not be overtly sexy like some of the women I’ve seen tonight, but right now it makes me feel beautiful.
The wedges add about the same amount of height to me as my heels do, so at least for a little bit, I’ll be closer to his height which will make kissing him easier. I put my name tag at the front of my locker and hang up my uniform for dry cleaning, I might as well do that since I’m here.
I put my phone and keys into a small clutch I brought with me. I rather not have to come through here in the morning and have everyone know I never left the building tonight because I got laid.
“Oh, girl, don’t you look like a hot little number!”
I close my locker and look toward the door as Donna comes in, looking like she’s dead on her feet and no less frazzled than she was when we started the night. I didn’t hear about any outburst from her section of the floor, but I still worried about her.
