She clears her throat. “I’ve never touched a man before. I’ve really never even kissed one.”
Did I hear that correctly?
Patti gasps. “Touched a man? Like his yogurt shooter?”
“Huh?”
“His vagina miner?”
“What?”
“His dick. Have you not touched a dick?”
“Patti, I’ve never touched anything.”
“Blaire! Are you a virgin?”
“Shh…” she hushes.
I lean my cheek against the wall. Is it hot in here?
“Oh fuck, Blaire. Whatever you do, don’t let him or any of the guys here know that. Men love a challenge and if anyone finds out, you’ll be beating them all off with a stick.”
“No. Trust me. Men don’t find me attractive. I mean, look at me. Lucian Kane would never be into a girl like me.”
“Um, I’m sorry but when was the last time you looked in a mirror? You’re gorgeous.”
She doesn’t respond and in my mind, I imagine her shy smile. Patti’s right. She’s stunning. Does she want me to be into her? Maybe she does like me after all.
“Anyway, I’ve never told a soul that before. I guess if I’m making a confession, there’s no better place than a church, right?”
“Your secret is safe with me. Let’s talk about it more later at my place. You’re still staying with me tonight, right?”
“Yes. I have nowhere else to go.”
I’ve heard enough. It’s time to leave before I get caught. There’s an extra pep in my step as I enter the men’s bathroom. Leaning forward at the sink, I stare at myself in the mirror.
I review what I know. She’s a virgin. I stare upward toward the heavens and whisper a small thank you as I laugh.
She’s a good girl who doesn’t understand sexual innuendo because she’s never experienced it. That means all my lines and ploys would be new to her. I probably wouldn’t even have to try very hard at all. I might have to be more direct, but I can do that.
I turn and lean against the sink, folding my arms over my chest. She has nowhere to go, which must mean she doesn’t live around here. She obviously has no waitressing experience and she’s here, so she must be desperate for a job. If I hang around town, I could work my magic in two, maybe three days. I almost get hard just thinking about it.
She doesn’t think I’d be interested in her. That must mean she wants me to like her. Shit, she’s just shy and innocent. She probably didn’t know I was flirting. I should have known better. Of course she wants me.
Patti was right. We men do love a good challenge. I thought she was juicy before, but now she’s like an untouched steak on a platter begging for my own special sauce.
Twisting back toward the mirror once more, I turn on the faucet and splash some water on my face. I grab a paper towel and dry myself off. Two Jens are boring compared to this. I don’t think I’ve ever had a virgin before. Would it be wrong of me to take her virginity so easily and walk away?
A sinister grin spreads across my face like the devil that I am.
Someone has to do it, why not me? Sure, I might ruin the chances of every man after me. They’ll never compare. But why not start with the best? She deserves to know what she’s been missing.
Opening the door and stepping out of the bathroom, I almost run into her. She gasps and hurries away without saying a word. I stare at her perfect, untouched thighs. Oh, beautiful, innocent Blaire. You won’t even see me coming, but I most definitely will come. All over you.
Blaire
It’s almost three a.m. when the bar finally closes for the night. Somehow, I managed to make it through the rest of the evening without spilling anything on anyone or embarrassing myself any further.
As I’m waiting for Patti near the back door, Nadia enters the kitchen. She glances from left to right and when she sees me, she makes such direct, probing eye contact, my body goes rigid. She reaches into her pocket and starts counting cash as she approaches me.
“Here’s fifty bucks. You can keep your tips if you got any. Leave your name badge by the back door on your way out and turn in your uniform. We won’t be needing your services any longer.”
“Hold on a minute.”
I hear his deep voice before I see him.
“We most definitely will be needing her. She did a great job for being thrown into the lion’s den with no training.”
Nadia turns to face Lucian and places her hands on her hips. “The last time I checked, I was in charge of hiring and firing around here. Just because you decide to grace us with your presence one night out of a year, doesn’t mean you know what’s best for Miracles.”
Like a whack-a-mole arcade game, heads start popping in and out all around the kitchen. Seems like everyone wants to hear what’s going on. I’m unable to move and I’m certain my mouth is hanging open.
A low growl-like sound escapes Lucian’s lips and even though I’ve known him for all of a minute, even I can tell he’s pissed. He places his hand on Nadia’s elbow and leans in to whisper to her. I’m close enough to hear.
“Do you really want to do this in front of your staff? You should know it won’t end well for you.”
Nadia pulls out of Lucian’s hold and huffs off toward the bar, slamming the double doors as she leaves the kitchen.
He takes a step toward me and sighs. “Could you give us a minute? Nadia will be right back. Don’t leave. Okay?”
“Uh, sure.”
He follows Nadia to the bar. I can hear the murmur of their voices, but I can’t make out what’s being said. Several people, including Patti, gather near the double doors. They’re all trying to listen. I’m so confused. What just happened?
“First night and they’re fighting over you. Nice.”
Julian smiles at me as he punches his time card.
“I really do stink. She should fire me.”
“I’ve seen worse, trust me. After a few days, you’ll be fine. You just need to get the hang of things. Come in a little early tomorrow and I’ll start teaching you about premium, call, and top-shelf liquors.”
“Thank you so much, but I doubt I’ll be back. Nadia hates me.”
Julian smirks as he unrolls the sleeves on his shirt. “But Lucian doesn’t and what he says, goes. Goodnight, Blaire.”
“G’night.”
I cross my arms over my chest and lean against the wall by the door. Are they really arguing over me? Does Lucian want me to stay after all I said and did tonight? Why?
A minute later, the crowd quickly scatters from the kitchen doors like cockroaches exposed to light. Patti straightens napkins and a couple of the other waitresses and waiters try to look busy. Nadia mumbles something angrily as she pushes through the door and marches over to me.
“You have one week to prove yourself. It’s three strikes and you’re out around here. And as far as I’m concerned, you already have one strike for breaking two glasses.”
“I understand. Thank you. I’ll work hard. I promise.”
Nadia scowls and without taking her eyes off me, she says, “Do the rest of you want to stay here all night, or do you have someplace to be?”