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(69) Abundant Ama

 ♡ X

I'm sitting front row of the stage with my friends, but I keep looking over my shoulder at Ama. I wonder if Conan knew about it. Because that would explain why he said he and Noah couldn't make it. Hmmm, only one way to find out. 

I down my drink and get up.

I make my way over to the bar and wait for Ama to walk back with a tray full of empty glasses. Resting my elbows on the bar, I face the back section of the club. The guys are drooling even more now and try to grope her. But she moves like a dancer, avoiding hands with a sway of her hips.

Dear Buddha, you sure are making it hard on me. She comes my way and I hold my phone up to take a picture. She looks into the camera and poses for me. One hand on her hip, tray up on the other, and a sexy smile on her lips. 

I take a few pictures and pick the hottest one and send it to Noah and Conan. There. If he didn't know yet, he will now.

Ama is totally focused on her job. Although... Sparks seem to fly between her and the bartender. 

It probably looks like they're doing their job to others, but I'm an expert at reading body language, remember? Her shoulder is turned to him and she looks into his eyes for way too long. He hands her a glass of water and purposely touches her fingers wrapped around it. 

Yep, something's brewing between them alright.

♡

 ♡ AMA

Holy fuck it's busy. I figured a few guys would be curious about the new girl, but some of them chose to stand to be served by me. That's insane, but it does wonders for my self-esteem. Donté told me to trust my instincts and I didn't get what he meant at first. But I do now. I can sense when one of the guys is drunk or bold enough to grab me and I sway away from them every time.

And the credit card between the boobs thing works like magic. In every which way. The way Donté retrieves it and sticks it back in there has me hot and bothered all night. And his eyes... There's something about them. Dark, mysterious, and like a fire is burning behind them. On top of that, they see it all. Every problem gets noticed by those amazing eyes.

I walk back towards the bar with a tray filled with empty glasses and spot X standing there, looking at me, while holding his phone up. I pose for the picture and walk over to Donté, putting the tray down and wiping the sweat from my forehead. Fuck it's hot in here.

Donté hands me a glass of cold water with a wink. I gratefully grab a hold of the glass and his fingers stroke mine for a second. Oh fuck. I think I might have moaned. Thank fuck it's loud in here. I drink the water he gave me with big gulps, tilting my head back and a drop slides down my chin. Before I can wipe it off, a tongue licks it off slowly.

I gasp and tilt my head down, but Donté has his back turned to me to grab a bottle from the shelf and has placed a tray full of drinks in front of me. I touch my chin and doubt my own sanity. Did I imagine it? It felt real. My heart is racing. My thong is wet. Fuck. I hope time flies tonight because this sure is making me feel all sorts of things. Working with him turned out to be harder than expected.

I grab the tray and walk back to my section to serve the drinks.

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 ♡ NOAH

I hear my phone vibrate on the table and I grab it to look at who sent me a message.

Conan looks at his phone and yells: "Don't look!"

But it's already too late. I see the goddess that is Ama on my screen, looking extremely sexy. Fuck, she looks scorching hot. But wait... that's the waitress outfit from the club. She's a waitress.