Tish POV
I lift the bottle of tequila to my lips to take another drink, but Cedric grabs it from me. I push my lip out in a pout and cross my arms over my chest.
"Who is going to pay for your little drinking binge?" He laughs as he puts the bottle back on the shelf.
I sway a little on the bar when I try to cross my legs. Cedric steadies me with his hands. "I have a job now," I say cheerfully. "When do I start?"
Cedric strokes his chin and looks me up and down. "I think you might be more trouble than you are worth."
"Ha!" I snort. "You have no idea."
"Then why should I hire you?" Cedric asks.
"Because you already did, duh," I roll my eyes. "You thought I would forget because I got drunk, but I don't forget anything." I tap my fingers to my temple.
Cedric drums his
