It's hard to worry about someone else watching me when I'm on cloud nine like this.
Even if Smoke wants to act like he's completely focused on the task at hand, he's as bad as I am.
Every now and then, he'll have a moment of weakness where we'll come across each other, and if my hands are empty, he'll grab my elbow and drag me off somewhere. All under the guise of needing to be coached about something, though, I'm sure none of our spectators know that he's part of the crew in charge of the place.
It's becoming a problem with how often it happens. A good problem, but a distracting one.
Even now, crowding me against a corner where he insists is a blind spot, my heart is melting on the spot. It makes turning him down so much harder than it needs to be. Especially when all I want to do is kiss him.
"Smoke..." Breathing out a laugh, I cover his mouth with my fingers before he can make it impossible to think. "I'm supposed to be working. You're supposed to be focusing."
Scowling behind my fingers, his brows bundle together. It's the closest look of a pout I've seen on this man. If I didn't stop him now, I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't see the problems this could raise.
"Can't you take a break?" Grumbling the words, his breath tickles my fingers.
"With how many times I've been stolen away like this?" Letting out a laugh, I drop my hand away. "Not a chance. It wouldn't be fair to the others if I stepped away. Especially when we both know you'll keep me away for more than fifteen minutes."
Despite only kissing since that intimate moment shared between us, I'm sure this man would be able to turn one kiss into many.
It takes strength to step back away from him instead of rubbing against his chest. Even more when he reaches out for me like he already misses my presence.
"How about this? Stay focused for the next couple of hours, and when I'm off..." Biting my lip, I take one more step back. "You can show me your place? Maybe I can sleep over."
Even if I work tomorrow, I already like the idea too much now that it's in the air. Surely, with how much time he spends here, he must live close by. It'll save time on his travels, too. With so many perks, I doubt it'll take much convincing.
Smoke groans softly like he's already picturing it. When it's just us two, we won't be held back to only dancing around each other like this.
Maybe we could go even further than where we left off all those days ago? My thighs are brushing together just thinking about it.
Running a hand down his face, he nods slowly, accepting my offer. "I can't make any promises, but I'll try."
Knowing how fun it would be to kiss him on that flushed cheek, I try not to torture him more than I already am. Instead, I spin on my heel and shoot a look over my shoulder.
"Play a game or two every now and then. It'll make the day go by faster." Giving him a wink, I wish I could do the very same thing myself. Not to place a bet in particular, but do something so the end of my shift could be here.
Giving him a sweet goodbye, I leave him to get back to work.
Every drink I serve is time passing by. If I can swoop around tables and dance around gamblers without any more distractions, the end will be here in no time.
Keeping my focus on constantly moving, I hit the bar in a blur every time. Every time I appear, I earn myself little chuckles of amusement from the bartenders as they take in my flushed state.
I can tell them that it's an excuse to get more tips. After all, that's always been my motivation for this job. They'd understand where I'm coming from.
Michelle takes one look at my flushed state and smiles softly as I shoot off the three drinks I need.
"I'm going to throw in a glass of water for you, too." She grabs it first before starting any of the others. "Better be staying hydrated if you're running around like you've got your head cut off."
Thanking her as I guzzle the drink down, I only manage to cool the heat flooding my system slightly.
It doesn't take her long to fill up three tall glasses of beer before she's placing them on my tray and taking back my empty glass in return.
"Make sure to take a breather in between orders." Ready to scold me, I take the cue to hurry along before she forces me to take a seat at the bar next.
"I'll be back in no time." Putting my smile back into place, I get a rare chuckle from her before twisting around with the tray.
A gasp suddenly fills the air, and I'm not sure if it's from my lips or Rue's. I'm too distracted by the sound of glass shattering and the splash of liquid against my chest. Immediately, the smell of beer hits me in a heavy wave, and I have to fight the urge to gag.
Despite serving the drinks, I've never been a fan of them. Consuming or wearing them.