Dirty Vegas Nights (The Trifecta #2) - Logan Chance Page 0,52
do. I’m just fine. Trust me.
“Do you need another one?” a sensual voice asks behind me.
I spin in my seat at the bar and my eyes land on one of the hottest women I’ve ever seen. Her black hair is chopped short in a pixie cut. Her big green eyes are rimmed with thick black lashes, which are assessing me as she raises a brow. I’m at a loss for words as I scour her body with my eyes.
She clears her throat, bringing me back to her annoyed green eyes. “If you want to stare you should go down to the Velvet Pocket three doors down.”
I can’t help but smile as she attempts to direct me to a strip club down the street. “I don’t think they have anything I want to see.”
She rolls her eyes, stepping away, dismissing me for another customer down the bar. I watch her as I roll my empty glass in between my palms.
“We’re gonna get going.” Axel breaks my stare, bringing me back to our celebration. “We want to hang out with Felicity tomorrow before the grand opening.” Felicity is Emma’s daughter, but I have a feeling she’ll have our last name soon.
“Yeah, we’re leaving too,” Ben says, kissing Clara behind the ear, making her blush.
“Do you want to Uber home with us?” Axel asks, since Axel and I live next door to one another.
My eyes drift over to the sexy bartender who’s currently ignoring me. “I think I’ll have one more before I get going.”
Ben and Axel look at each other and have a silent conversation. “We can stay a little longer,” Axel says as Ben pulls a tired-looking Clara over to the stool she just abandoned.
“No, you guys go home. I was going to go over some more numbers. You go enjoy the rest of your night. Give Felicity a kiss from her uncle Damien.”
My brothers watch me as if they’re trying to read my mind, which is not what I want them to do. They’d be shocked at the dirty images I’m having about the bartender right now. I know they’re worried about leaving me alone. They think since I don’t have a woman in my life I’m empty and lonely. Clara and Emma have both tried to set me up with all of their friends. I’ve never taken the bait on any of those ‘said friends’ being dangled in front of me.
If they understood the amount of work I’ve put into the club maybe they’d understand why I want one more drink before going home. And it has nothing to do with the fact that my house is now empty.
“Are you sure?” Ben asks, already helping Clara stand from her seat.
“Do you want me to go over the numbers with you?” Clara asks as her tired eyes hold mine.
I’m so glad we hired Clara to help with the club. She’s a genius when it comes to numbers. She’s been a lifesaver. And I’d have a really hard time choosing between her and Ben if they ever broke up.
“No, you’ve done enough. Seriously. Take my brother home. I’ll see all of you tomorrow. It’s our big day. Now, go home and get some sleep.”
I hug everyone, and settle down on my stool, wondering what I can do to get those sexy green eyes back on me.
“Don’t touch me,” the bartender, I’m kind of obsessing over, yells just as a glass shatters on the ground.
I’m off my stool and heading toward her before I know what I’m doing. “Get your hands off her,” I growl at the drunk asshole that has a hold of her wrist.
“What the hell is going on here?” A man in a white polo with the name of the bar embroidered on it comes out from behind a door.
“This bitch wouldn’t serve me, Sam.” The drunk takes his hand off the bartender and adopts an innocent look on his reddened face.
“Sorry about that, Gene,” Sam says, filling an empty glass up and sitting it in front of the asshole.
“He should be cut off,” the sexy bartender says without lowering her voice.
“I told you not to cut off my friends. You have one more chance, or you’re out of here.” Sam turns around and slams the door as the drunken asshole smirks at her.
“You need a new job,” I say to her for some reason. I almost feel protective over her. My fist is still clenched and ready to smash into that drunken asshole’s face.
“I have one starting tomorrow.