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They both laughed.
“Can I get you another one?” Juliet asked as she approached them.
“Sure, darling. I’m just waiting on Michael to get here.”
Richie watched as Juliet filled the mug of beer and set it down. She looked really good as usual. Her hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and she wore that damn sexy Dixie Chix T-shirt with the rhinestones on it. Her jeans were super tight, too. As she turned then bent over to reach for something behind the lower shelf, he saw her perfectly round ass.
“Looks like we picked the best bar to sit at.” One of the cowboys stated as he and two other men took a seat at the bar. They were staring at Juliet’s ass.
Juliet turned around and smiled wide.
“Hey, fellas, what can I get y’all tonight?”
“If you come in a bottle, I’ll take one of you,” one cowboy stated, leaning far over the bar. He was going to touch her. Richie went to move when Chad grabbed his arm.
Juliet handled it fine.
“That has got to be the lamest line I have ever heard. You need to work on your pitch, Stevie,” she stated. The fact that Juliet knew the guy pissed Richie off.
“I was working on that since Saturday,” he stated, and his buddies laughed as they slapped him on the shoulders.
“Keep working, Stevie,” one of them teased.
“Aw hell, Juliet, come on and give me something good, will ya? Kelly might show up tonight or at least Friday night. I need a good line.”
She placed their mugs of beer down, and Richie was trying to figure out the situation.
“Why don’t you just be honest with her? Tell her that you find her irresistibly attractive, that you think about her all the time, and if she would just give you one moment to show how deeply you care, then she’ll understand your sincerity and devotion.”
They all stared at her and then at Stevie. His mouth dropped.
“He is not going to remember all that,” one of the guys joked, and they all started laughing.
“Can you write that down for me?” he begged, and Juliet laughed.
“Juliet, I need to change the tap on the cola,” Clifford stated.
“I’ll do it.”
Richie watched as she headed to the small room behind the bar that led down a flight of stairs to the basement where the kegs were.
“I’ll be right back,” he told Chad.
“Good luck.”
* * * *
Juliet was changing the kegs when she heard someone coming down the stairs. She was having trouble twisting the one attachment off. It always got stuck, and usually after many tries it would loosen.
“Damn it! Hey, Clifford, I think I need some help with this. It’s stuck.” She was bent over, and her ass was sticking out.
“I’ll help you.”
She heard Richie’s voice, and she gasped.
“What are you doing down here?” she asked him as he approached. He placed his hand on her hip and squeezed by her, pausing as their bodies touched.
“Helping you.”
