Chapter Five
FRIDAY NIGHTS AT Sand Dune were loud, chaotic, and busy as hell, just the way Karla preferred it. It kept things interesting and moving right along to quitting time. It was also the best night for tips, so she always wore her lowest cut top and tightest blue jean shorts, the ones that revealed just a hint of her ass cheeks. Whether she leaned over the bar talking to someone or bent behind the counter for a glass, she always gave a tease of what there was a chance of later. The sad part, she thought, was that she had not allowed anyone to plunder her treasures, since Brad the other night, thanks to Mitch Greenway getting into her head, except for Mitch Greenway, that is. She acted like it mattered whether he would be upset or not and that was always a rocky path that never end
