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“Donna? Or Donner, like the kebab?”
She snorts with laughter at my question.
“Oh! That’s a new one. I can’t wait to tease him with that. But yeah, Donner like the kebab. Or, you know, one of Santa’s reindeer. Like me!” She beams at me. “He’s the bouncer. The guy on the door who let you in?”
“The tattooed wall of muscle in denim?” I ask.
“That’s the one.” She looks at me slyly. “I take it you enjoyed the view.”
I nod, because who the hell wouldn’t enjoythatview?
“And you want to tease him about being named after a hunk of meat?” I ask, slack-jawed as Vixen’s eyes glitter mischievously. She nods.
“Wow, you’re braver than me. It’s your funeral,” I add.
Cackling with laughter, she slips her arm through mine – thank goodness – and guides me out through the doorJack Frostused.
“I’m going to like having you around, Candy.”
I’m so focused on not falling flat on my face, that I pay no mind to my surroundings, allowing Vixen to lead me to my destination, which happens to be absolutely freezing.
The bar space is stylish and modern, all steel and glass and tasteful lights. There’s a definite icy theme with my outfit and the surroundings, not to mention the sub-zero temperature. My nipples are standing to attention through the thin silk and lace, and I have no idea how I’m going to work in here dressed like this.
“You good?” Vixen asks. “I need to get back to work.”
“Yeah, sure.” Lie. “I’m fine.” Bigger lie.
I wave goodbye to Vixen and wobble over to Jack who’s watching us from behind the bar.
“Hey Jack,” I say softly.
He scowls at me. “It’s Frost. Just stay out of my way and try not to break anything when you fall off those shoes, Bambi.”
I want to snap that my name’s not Bambi, but honestly it isn’t any worse than Candy, so I keep my mouth shut. I stand behind the bar, as far out ofFrost’sway as I possibly can, and survey the empty space before me. Frost and I are the only ones in the entire room, which is a huge, almost circular space, with doorsall around the edge of the room and a raised glass dais in the centre. It’s weird. But it’s even weirder that there’s no one here.
“They’ll be out in a minute, so get ready,” Frost calls, as if reading my mind. But I’m not surehowto get ready. What should I do? Until someone places an order I can’t do anything. I cross my arms and try to rub some heat back into myself, covering my breasts as I do. The first thing customers see when they walk in does not need to be my nipples.
“Is it always this cold here?” I mutter.
“Obviously,” Frost snickers.
I frown. Why is it obvious? Before I can decide if I’m brave enough to ask, all of the doors around the edge of the room open, and crowds of people pour through. The sheer volume of people causes the temperature to rise by a couple of degrees almost instantaneously.
Which is about the time my jaw hits the floor.
What the hell kind of bar is this? Everyone is wearing...well, not a lot. I thought Vixen’s outfit was risqué. My nipples on display arenothingcompared to the amount of skin showing on our punters. It’s...overwhelming. I don’t know where to look, and I certainly don’t want to stare, but itissexy.
And where the hell did they all just come from?
“Figured it out yet?” Frost sneers, passing me to serve the first customer.
I don’t think about what he means, stepping forward to serve the growing queue with a faked confidence that I really don’t feel right now.
“Hi. What can I get you, please?” I smile brightly at the first customer, a topless man wearing a leather bandolier and matching leather pants. Erm, okay.
“Two waters, please.”
I spin on my heel to grab his order and realise I should have spent the couple of spare minutes I had acquainting myself withwhere everything was or trying to use the till. Luckily, bottled water lines the fridge right behind me, so I dip down to grab two, completely forgetting my lack of proper attire.
