“Hold up, babe. I know, I know. But Red’s pouring it, not you.”
Danielle stares at him like she’s not sure if this is a test or a trap. “I—”
“You gotta do it, Red,” Echo says, grinning wide. “Every woman here has. I’m the club’s worst offender. Gotta earn your place behind the bar somehow.”
He leans in closer, the smirk on his face pure challenge. “Come on, Red. You pour the drinks, you’ve got the fire. Now show me you can handle the rest.”
Hex hands her the glass of water. Danielle glances at me, eyes wide. My mouth twitches with a smile. She’s either gonna tap him like a kitten, or she’s gonna swing hard enough to knock the cocky outta him.
Either way, it’s gonna be one hell of a show.
Danielle stares at the glass of water in her hand like it’s a loaded weapon, which, in this club,
