Bad Guys Night fantasies. A boring evening can be an unpredictable game for you

“Nick said you worked at the bar?”

I open my eyes and see Cache. He looks at me, stands so close that I distinguish a barely noticeable line where the black pupil ends and the almost black iris begins. What a delightful eyes!

Cash’s eyebrows rise – with a hint.

– Sorry? – I do not understand.

– Nothing. I don’t think it matters. If you are always so charming and sexy, no one will care if you get a drink quickly.

From these words I flare slightly. They should not give me pleasure. But they deliver. Very little.

– It’s not a problem.

– What? Your sexuality No, I see it.

“I didn’t mean it that way.” For two years I worked at one of the most popular sports bars in California. So I can stand at the counter and with you.

Cache crosses her arms over her chest and falsely smiles:

– Are you sure?

I feel my back straightening out by itself.

– I’m sure.

“People who come here want to be not only served, but also entertained.” Do you think you can handle it?

What does this mean? I admit to myself that I have no idea, but my mouth is already open.

– No problems.

“Then you won’t mind if I arrange … an audition.”

Cache trails off, in the silence that comes, I feel a chill creep across my back. I clearing my throat and extracting a reserve of courage from the depths of my “I”.

– Listening? And what will it be?

A few seconds, the cache does not respond. It was enough for me to distort everything inside. And so that I remember all the types of listening that I know (a couple of them enthralled me).

Turn on the brain, Liv! He takes too much on himself!

Cache laughs:

– Nothing too creative. I do not want to tempt fate for claims of sexual harassment. Until.

“Are you trying to expose me?”

– Oh, stop it. Do you want to say that you have never worked for a person who likes you? I can bet with girls like you, this happens all the time.

The mouth is ready to crawl out in a silly smile, but I restrain myself. I can’t allow Cache to understand: I am pleased to hear how he admits that he likes me, especially since “pleasant” is an encrypted “gasping with delight”.

– With girls like me? – I ask as calmly as possible.

– Yes, with people like you. “Cache half covers his eyelids, which makes his eyes heavy, half asleep, like in a bedroom, and his voice is like silk sheets on which, in my imagination, he is sleeping. – Naughty, sexy, damn showy. I swear there is no man you can’t circle around your little finger.

Cache looks at me as if she wants to undress right here and now – in an empty bar with dim lights and soft music. And some small part of me wants him to do just that.

I snort.

Oh my god, I snort!

– Hardly.

“Yes, you just say that, but I can bet you can get any guy you want.” – Discussing me, he bows his head to one side. It feels like he’s weighing me, appreciating. “But maybe you don’t know yourself well?”

“I … I … don’t understand what you’re talking about,” I say, and I hate myself for making my voice sound like I’m suffocating. The cache should not know how it affects me.

“Hm,” is all that Cache said. He tries to count me for a few more seconds, and then smiles. This is a polite smile that says he is back to business. Well, at least as much as he was busy with them. – So, listening. Can you take the shift tomorrow night?

It’s disgusting to ask Archie, but I don’t want to quit until I get a job here. So one of two things remains: either call Archie, or let this audition go downwind. The choice is small.

– Sure. What time do I have to be here?

– At seven o’clock. Then Leon will have time to show you everything before opening at nine.

“That sounds good,” I say, nodding. Silence stretches between us, I do not know what to decide. “Well, I think I’d better go so you can get back to work.”

“You don’t want to ask about money?” Nick said one of the reasons for this.

Oh shit! Wow, so burst, forgot to ask about payment!

I feel like blushing. I pray that it will be dark enough here, let Cache not notice, and if he does, let him attribute this to the fact that I am not comfortable talking about money.

– Yes it is.

“How about two dollars an hour beyond what the current employer pays you?”

My jaw almost falls off.

“You don’t even want to know for a start how much they pay me?”

The cache frowns:

– Nope. I feel that you are worth it.

“Don’t push me,” I mutter.

He laughs again: