TANYA'S STORY "Thanks. Have a good night," I scoffed. While cleaning up the bar, I couldn't help but be annoyed. That's the third time Ivy's left me here. Why does she? The bitch doesn't need to work. She does it for fun. I have to work. My son needs me to work. "Cheap bastards," I mumbled under my breath. "Sorry, I haven't ordered yet," a deep voice spoke. I turned around, my eyes widened in shock, "Sorry, not you." I blinked a few times before realizing what a handsome man stood before me. He was tall, his skin sunkissed to perfection, and that silver fox hair was to die for. "Too late for a drink?" he asked. I seductively smile while shaking my blond curls, "It's past two, but I can make an exception." "Thank you," he smirked while sitting down. "What can I get you?" I asked. "The best Scotch you have," he ordered. I grabbed the 30-Year Single Malt Glenfiddich Whiskey and walked to the back room. When I returned, his eyes lit up in satisfaction. Now, if on
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