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. 
 Last Updated : 2024-12-07
Last Updated : 2024-12-07