Chapter Seventeen

“There are several things on offer tonight, but they might not be what you’re looking for.”

“I’m sure there’s something in this bar I’m looking for.” His eyes flashed.

“Then you should probably look at the bar instead of the woman serving behind it.”

The twitching in his lips pulled them into a full-fledged smirk. “I’ll try, but I’m not promising anything.”

“Oh, isn’t that the problem,” I muttered, turning to serve another person.

Ivan’s eyes were on me the whole time, following every one of my movements as I poured three pints and handed them to the barely legal co-eds eyeing me up.

“Are you working all night?” one of them asked. He was built and leaned his elbow on the bar so his bicep flexed.

“I am,” I smiled at him flirtatiously.

He winked before turning away with his buddies.

I heard a