CHAPTER 9
MIAI pulled into work and took a deep breath. After my run-in with Mason, I could barely think straight. I wanted to go home, sink into the bed, and cuddle with Michael. But I still had bills to pay. So, I trudged out of the car, mentally preparing myself for all the half-drunk men from the city tonight, and walked into the bar.
Thankfully, the bar was still fairly quiet when I got in, only a few guys sitting at the counter. I walked to the back, putting on some of my work clothes and throwing my hair into a high ponytail, and walked back out.
Some guys leaned over the bar—buzzed on a Tuesday night—and eyed me. They looked like they worked down in the city, dressed in suits with I’m important, and everyone should know it smirks.
I smiled at them and walked over. “Need anythin
