Always Her (Lesbian Romance) by Alexandra Delancey

Author:Alexandra Delancey [Delancey, Alexandra]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Wild Horses Press
Published: 2015-03-08T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Jack

I’d done the right thing getting Elise the gig, I told myself as I was setting up for the evening shift at DeeBee’s. Nice work – Suzie straightlace looks great on camera! the message Tatiana had sent a little earlier said. I’m sure she’d love to hear that assessment of herself!! I messaged back. I had been struck by how different Elise looked when she was made up, but that was normal – everybody did. I’d actually been more surprised to see how natural she’d looked when she turned up in jeans and a t-shirt. Back at high school, The Plastics were always dressed more for Madison Avenue than for algebra and anatomy, so it was possibly the first time I’d seen her like that. There was something appealing about her being so fresh-faced. She’d seemed softer and more approachable. I mused at my reaction for a moment, before getting back to ice buckets and glass polishing.

I liked Saturdays. There was no happy hour, and prices were high enough to keep drunken groups out. Not that our town was a magnet for stag and bachelorette nighters. There were a couple of subdued birthday parties, and, apart from that, it was a smooth evening of mostly simple drinks, with enough of the complicated ones to stop me from being bored. There were two of us working bar, and the other bartender was fast and good at mixing, and we had a new barback, who was keeping the glasses coming through efficiently.

Late in the evening, a familiar small-boned face emerged from the crowd.

“Alyssa!” I called, excited to see her. She’d returned my previous message curtly, and we hadn’t spoken since.

“Is it ok if I sit at the bar?” she asked, her face full of uncertainty.

“Of course! Pull up a stool!” She climbed onto one of the high stools and deposited her purse on the bar. She watched in silence as I mixed a lavender martini.

“What’s up?” I said, after I’d carried it over to the customer.

“Oh, I just finished work earlier than I expected, and I wasn’t far away, so I thought I’d drop in and see you,” she said. Now I noticed that she was very dressed up, in a black, strapless cocktail dress, hair pulled up into a French knot, neither of which were her usual style.

“How did it go?”

“I had to go to dinner with a Russian businessman, and make out that I was his girlfriend. But when the girlfriend of the other guy went to the bathroom, I’m pretty sure that he told the guy I was a prostitute. They were speaking in Russian, obviously, but they kept gesturing at me and looking me up and down, as if I was being assessed like a side of beef at the butcher’s. And they kept saying this word, shlyuka, which means whore, according to Google translator.

“And then what happened?”

“He asked me if I wanted to party with him, ‘off the books’. I made my excuses and left, but not before his sleazy friend had tried to grope me.

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