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you decide to work in a dive bar? No offense, but you don’t look like the usual type you get working in these places.”
    “If you must know, I’m a student. Well, was a student. I’ve graduated now. Tonight is my last night here.”  
    “Ah. So if something’s going to happen between us it will have to be tonight.”
    “Nothing’s going to happen between us.”
    “We’ll see.” I picked up my drink and stood up. “Oh, one more thing.”
    “What’s that?” she asked with a tired sigh.
    “I do have a huge cock. See you later.”

What a complete fucking prick.
    I didn’t need this right now.  
    Just one more shift to go, then I was done with this place. I had an entire summer with no responsibilities other than getting to know my biological father. Just that small thing.  
    Then I’d be a social worker for Child Welfare Services. A proper, grown-up job. I’d have a desk and everything. Okay, so I wasn’t going to be an awesome defense lawyer like my Mom had been before cancer took her, but she’d have been proud of my choice.
    Riker had gone back to join his posse behind the red rope and it looked like he was having a great time. Not that I was looking.  
    Well, maybe a little bit.  
    Everyone in the building was either staring at him or trying not to stare at him. Men were puffing their chests, desperately trying not to look inadequate next to him. They were fighting a losing battle.  
    Riker didn’t have the biggest chest in the bar—there were a few muscular meatheads wondering around—but combined with the muscular arms, tattoos, and hard-edged face, he definitely had the attention of every female pair of eyes.  
    Why did men like him always have to be such arrogant dicks? I would love to end my time at this bar with a good, rough fuck, but I couldn’t do it with someone like him.  
    Physically, he was exactly what I needed. Heat rushed between my legs whenever I thought about what he could do to me. A brief touch of his finger on mine had been enough to get me get me damp where it mattered.  
    If only he wasn’t such a complete ass.  
    The women at his table hung off his every word. They laughed out loud at his jokes and never took their eyes off him. They were all competing to reveal as much skin as possible, and there were more heaving bosoms on display than in a porn version of Downton Abbey.
    But I wasn’t jealous. Not even as one of them sat on his lap and started whispering God knows what in his ear.  
    The barmaids waiting on the VIP table looked like they were having fun, but I didn’t want to be over there in amongst all the wandering hands.  
    I only had a couple of hours to go now, then I was done with this job. No more dive bar. No more being hit on by drunken assholes. No more men like Riker.
    A group of men walked out the bathroom, all looking buzzed to their eyeballs. The young kid, Theo, followed them out looking relieved, and definitely not pregnant.
    Riker had taken me by surprise. I’d seen the drugs get passed to Theo—the lads weren’t exactly subtle—but I had a rule not to get involved. Stopping people doing drugs in this place would require a full-time member of staff in the bathrooms.
    Riker didn’t have to do anything either, but he’d spotted the look on Theo’s face and offered him a way out. It had worked. Thanks to Riker, there was one fewer kid on drugs in here now. A small victory, perhaps, but a victory nonetheless.
    The hotshot fighter, with a posse of hangers on and groupies, didn’t want a young lad to take drugs. It was like I’d talked to two different people.  
    I looked over at Riker again. He was looking at me. Our eyes met and he smiled. Or was it a grin?
    Whatever it was, it had me angry and aroused at the same time. I needed to get out of here.  
    Just two more hours to go. I could make it.
    -*-
    Done. Finished. Finito. I’d said my goodbyes, and now I could leave.
    No more working in a bar getting hit on by