Page 39 of Trust Me

I stopped, then turned around slowly. He was still in the same spot, eyeing me like there was something on my face. I fought the urge to check.

“Everyone loves a pretty bartender,” he went on. “But in a place like this, the more girls that come in, the more guys follow. Women come in groups, and they’ll objectify the hell out of you.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I figured you wouldn’t. So, we open at three on weekends.”

“I can be here at two.”

The corner of his mouth lifted. “Good. Thirty hours a week to train. If I decide you’re a good fit, we can discuss a permanent schedule.”

It was pointless to hold back my smile. “Don’t count me out just yet, Remi.”

He still looked skeptical as I turned away from him.

Well, it looked like Oli wasn’t completely crazy. I was on a winning streak this week, and it was all thanks to him so far.

As I exited into the fresh air, I thought about our interaction this morning. The way he went completely blank. The way he hurried to the balcony as if he needed to escape. The gentle way he put the spider back in its web, even as a strange sort of fear clouded the green in his eyes.

Something about it worried me, despite how little I knew the guy.

Shaking it off, I fished my keys out of my pocket. I felt a little giddy as I got into my now working car to leave the job I’d just landed and drive to the apartment that had only recently become my home.

Things were changing. Hopefully, they’d continue for the better.