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RAND
Natalie worked hard. How she stood on her feet for hours with a f*****g smile on her face when drunks practically slobbered over her, others argued about stupid s**t like too much foam on their beer or guys like Pete Robertson, who wanted in her pants. I had no idea how much she made in tips by last call, but it wasn’t enough to put up with all the assholes. Cody either needed to pay her more, or she was going to have to consider another job. I was going to lose my s**t if she kept working here. Without me as her own personal bouncer.
I’d dropped onto the stool to get rid of Robertson and didn’t get up all night. Not once. I made sure no one touched her, smart mouthed or said a bad word. She might be as fiery as her hair, but she was innocent. Sweet. Light. I wouldn’t have one fr
