Bethany Lopez [Lopez - Night & Day: A Time for Love Series Novella

Night & Day

Copyright 2019 Bethany Lopez

Published April 2019

ISBN: 9781093344462

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Editing by Red Road Editing / Kristina Circelli

Formatting by Bethany Lopez

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I looked around the dimly lit bar. It was a good crowd tonight. The customers were happy. Mostly drunk, but happy and the girls were really on their game. Diamonds routine to the new Halsey hit had the guys in the front row practically drooling in their draft beers.

Every once in a while, on a night like this, I missed being on stage. Then Id catch sight of a particularly wasted dude in his sixties with his hand indiscreetly down his pants, and the moment passed.

Simone.

I turned my head toward the bar to see Carlos, one of the bartenders, calling me over.

I eased off of the wall Id been leaning on, partially hidden in the dark, and sauntered over to him.

Sure, I was a manager now, and my clothes stayed on, but I still had an image to project. The same image that had gotten me this far in an industry that ate women alive. Untouchable, supreme bitch of the club, the one woman all the men wanted, but couldnt have.

Id almost broken a guys wrist once when hed grabbed my ass after a show and Big Mike, the owner, had fucking loved it. He called me his secret weapon, his prized possession.

Of course, no one owned me but myself and everyone knew it including Big Mike. But, I was a draw and as long as I was, Big Mike would do just about anything to keep me around, including agreeing to promote me.

Id been working here almost six years, which made me one of the senior girls, so no one said shit when I became the boss. They were used to me calling the shots already.

Whats up? I asked Carlos when I was close enough for him to hear me.

Micahs on break and Gina just went to the bathroom, you think you could run and get me a fifth of Johnny Walker out of the back?

Black?

Yeah. Thanks, Carlos said and went back to helping customers, of which there were many.

I hurried into the back, down the corridor, and out the door as comfortable in heels as Id be in flip-flops. Our dry storage was actually in a separate room that you could only get to from outside of the club.

I unlocked and pulled open the door, careful to prop it open with the doorstop. The door had been broken for ages and if it shut behind you, you were stuck until the next time someone opened the door. Id been on Big Mike to get it fixed, but he was allergic to anything that cost money.

I grabbed the bottle, annotated it on the inventory sheet, and left the storeroom, shutting the door firmly behind me and making sure I locked it.

As I headed back inside, I wondered how long Micah had been on break. Even with Gina, Carlos wasnt going to be able to keep the customers happy for long. Micah was the lead bartender, the bane of my existence, and the man whod broken my heart.

Seems like his breaks are getting longer and longer, I muttered bitterly, brushing off the possibility that I was so annoyed because hed been taking his breaks lately with a certain redhead.