I heard them approaching the kitchen in boisterous conversation, and I braced myself to deal with them. Josh Meyers walked in first and stopped in surprise when he saw me. “Ella?” He glanced back at the doorway, probably looking for an explanation from Mason.
Tyler Hicks wasn’t as hesitant. “Ella! Are you offering your services? You should have worn a sexier costume, but you’re still hot. How much for an hour?”
“She’s serving drinks,” Mason said flatly. “Stop harassing my help.”
“Your help?” Tyler questioned with a smirk. “What is she helping you with? Maybe she can help me too.”
“She can get you a drink,” Mason snapped at him and nodded curtly to me.
As I grabbed a cup and began to fill it with beer, Tyler wheedled Mason. “You’re not gonna share? That’s a little selfis
