Ember Jordan, a pretty bartender. Having dreams of becoming more than that, finding a way to succeed. Having trouble getting rid of her crazy obsessed ex. And trying to stay sane..Meets the potential love of her life. Or maybe two? Is it fate? Or wo...
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Today I had to go to Vegas with my father for a business trip. I got the rest of my belongings and went on my way to the airport to meet my father.
*40 minutes later*
I arrived at the airport and spotted my father. We dabbed it up and went on our way to getting on the plane. Once we got on the plane, my father started the conversation about the trip. It was last minute plans to go check out the new club that recently went into business.
I wasn't really fond of that idea because the next day would be the first day of doing a business proposal with the CEO and colleagues of a 3D art museum. We need as much energy as possible knowing it's gonna be a long day tomorrow.
I exclaimed to him that, that would be a bad idea. Especially if he's planning on drinking.
He just wouldn't listen. So I left it alone. After all, I'm just his assistant.
*later that day. Arriving at the club*
We arrived at the club with two of our security guards. We left them at the door with the other. Once we got into the building my worries came through.
The loud music and the crowd of people. It somewhat kinda reeked. Smelt like feet and alcohol. But the inside of the building actually looked organized and cool as fuck. Nun of these women caught my eye except for this one female. She was serving drinks so it's obvious that she's a bartender. I wanted to go over there and introduce myself but this man came up to me and my father to introduce himself. Come to find out. He's the owner of this club. All of us went over to a private booth to sit and converse. It was mostly about business and our successes.
*2 hours later*
All of us got up to go our separate ways. The owner of the club left. My father went to go take a leak. And I just stood there looking around. Then I spotted that fine ass bartender staring at me. We caught eye contact for a good 5 seconds but then she broke it. Man I know its not just me who felt that sexual tension. I want her. I took a seat just so that I could view everything without looking awkward. A few strippers came up to me wanting to give me a Lil' show. But nah. I definitely wasn't focused on that at the moment. If anything, I want shawty over there at the bar.
I seen her talking to a woman and was just about to get up to go over there, but she walked away and my courage to approach her dropped.
*20 minutes later*
Me and my father was just talking while he was taking shots back to back. And my father got tipsy. I didn't drink because I knew I would have to hold mostly everything down so that nothing would be ruined on this trip. As me and him was talking. At the side of my eye I spotted the bartender. But she was in different clothes. Damn. She just gets finer every second I look at her. I gotta get them digits.
