Emma's P.O.V:
"So, what will you be doing in the mean time?" I asked as I arranged stuff behind there just the way I liked them.
The 'ingredients' for making an Old Fashioned closest to me because it was the most common thing selling, aside from all the vodka shots.
"I'll call Brian, obviously and have him drop me off here at nine," she said.
I had totally forgotten that she has a new boyfriend. I've even met him, but only once.
And it didn't take much to know that he is completely whipped for my twenty-two-year-old mother-figure here.
I smiled at that as she asked for her compact from behind the counter.
"I hope he has a new bracelet for his darling queen," I said and watched as she reminisced. Probably about the time he asked her to be his girlfriend.
The guy usually goes all out and gets her a bracelet with little romantic quotes everyday ever since then.
They have been dating for like two weeks now?
I don't really know.
"Hey," some random guy, who was probably a wrestler, said as he plopped down on a stool.
"Hi. What can I get you?" I greeted politely.
"Just a bottle of water, room temp," he said with a small polite smile and I nodded, turning to get his water.
"So, you're a wrestler?" I asked and turned around to place his water on the counter.
And to no one's surprise, he was staring at my ass while I was getting him the water.
How delightful.
"Uh, yeah. How could you po-"
"-ssibly know that? Yeah, I get that a lot," I sighed and set my elbows on the counter.
"It's true. She does it a lot but I've never understood how," Emily chipped and before her phone buzzed with a text.
It was clearly Brian.
Well, not really that clear because her pupils only shrunk the slightest but hey, I can't help noticing the tiny little details.
"I have to go boo, but I'll be back. Text me if things become tight," she said and blew me a kiss before leaving the building.
"Boo?" the wrestler raised a brow.
Is he thinking what I think he's thinking?
"By the way, I never caught your name," I said in a desperate attempt to change the topic.
And get rid of whatever thoughts that are running through his mind right now. And also avoid the slight tinge forming on my cheeks.
"Seth," he said sweetly.
"Emma," I said and watched as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down from drinking his water.
"How did you know that I'm a wrestler anyway?" he asked.
"Well, for starters, who comes to a club to drink water?" I asked, stressing the 'water'.
"Not unless you have a match tonight and you are looking for a hot chic to lay before that," I stated and he chuckled.
"You're gifted in whatever this is because that is exactly what is happening in my life right now," he said and then took a long swig of the water.
"You really have heard it all, haven't you?" he asked and I shrugged.
"Well, I guess this isn't a good time either to do this shit," he said and it was my turn to chuckle.
"I feel ya," I said and he looked at me.
"What do you say tonight at nine? My match is at six and I'm sure I'll be back here at eight to celebrate my victory," he sounded so sure of himself; too sure even.
"How sure are you that you're gonna be the alpha in that ring?"
"Well, considering that I'm at a club drinking water instead of beer, that has to be compensated for," he smiled and I laughed.
"Well then," I looked at him again and concluded that he isn't a day over twenty-four. Wrestling must be a side hustle for him just like 'bar-tending' is for me, "Before I accept, I have to let you know that I don't do things for free," I said leaning forward and looking him right in the eye.
"I don't go further than just fucking and I have a time limit," I finished then he smirked.
"How much you looking for?"
"How much you've got?" I asked and he leaned forward too.
"How does one grand sound to you?" He asked and I couldn't help the smile that found its way across my face.
"How far is your place from here?"
"About five-minute drive," he said simply and I couldn't refuse this.
One grand is a life saver.
"Two hours tops," I said and he frowned.
"Two hours? Really?" He asked, incredulous writing itself on every inch of his face.
"Take it or leave it. Just know, I can have any guy I want wrapped around my finger in seconds," I said, the last part in a quieter tone.
And I meant every single word I said.
He thought for a minute before sighing and mumbling a, "Fine," and tossing the now empty bottle of water in the trash can.
Looks like someone hasn't been laid in a while.
"I have a tight schedule so show up even a minute late and I will still deduct it from your full time," I said and snatched the piece of gum he had pulled from his pocket and popped it in my mouth.
"Well then, you better not disappoint," he smirked and stood up.
"Oh, I don't," I said watched as he left.
The place started filling up with people a few minutes after Seth left.
I chewed on my gum as I moved quickly, making the drinks that people ordered for.
One hour in and the place was completely filled to the brim. The music in the main part of the club was not yet as loud as it usually could get on a normal Friday night.
When all the drinks were finally made and the dance floor was filled to capacity, I started looking around and did what I do best when I'm here.
Observing people.
There was so much the body could tell, you have no idea.
Hell, I had no idea either.
Before I started working here, I didn't know anything about this shit. But in just months, I had to learn it as more of a defense mechanism.
It was also necessary when someone approaches you and you don't want to misunderstand their intentions.
In short, saves you a lot of time and also from embarrassment.