Big Girls on Top by Mercy Walker Page B

room again?”
    I shook my head.
    He frowned.  “Nadia fall off the stage again?”
    “Well, yes…” I said while nodding, “but that’s not it.”
    Teddy raised his eye brows, and then his hands imploringly.  “Well?”
    I took a deep, steadying breath.  “A man named Quinn is waiting to see you.”
    A smile bloomed on Teddy’s face and he shot up out of his seat behind the desk and jogged out the door.
    I’d worked there for five years and hadn’t seen him move faster than a glacier even once. 
    I stood up and followed suit, not really wanting to, but overwhelmed with curiosity…and I wanted to see this Quinn again…I really, really wanted to see him again.     
    I got out of the office and started walking shakily back up the back hallway to the front of the house by the time Teddy and his friend Quinn shambled past me, arm in arm, shit-eating smiles on their faces, and went into the office.
    I went back out to the bar, feeling relieved that Mr. Tall Dark and Gorgeous wasn’t out there distracting me …and feeling miffed that he wasn’t.  I mean, he’d licked the blue cheese off my lip, not the other way around…well, I guess it wasn’t directly from my lip…
    I had a sudden, very vivid hallucination that Quinn had pulled me to him and had kissed the blue cheese dressing from my mouth, deeply, and with tongue.
    A maraschino cherry hit me in the forehead.
    “What?  Am I supposed to mix the drinks and serve them?” a waitress named Tammy groused.
    I shook off my piping hot Quinn fantasy and knuckled down to filling my backed up drink orders.
    “Lay off her, Tammy Faye!” Shirley interjected with a polished hip-check that knocked the other waitress to the right about a foot.  “Bev here just met the man of her dreams.”
    My head shot up and I gave Shirley the most murderous look I could throw at her.  But she didn’t fall over dead, or even wince…she just smiled all the more, proud of her handiwork. 
    Her handiwork earned me a chorus of cat calls, wolf whistles and melodramatic sighs.
    “You get your drinks last,” I said, my voice dripping with venom.  “For the rest of the night!”
    Shirley just smiled, taunting me with her lethally observant nature.  I filled her drink order second just to get her away from me.
    The night went by pretty quickly, even though I kept my eye on the hallway leading to Teddy’s office.  But at no time did Quinn leave or show his painfully handsome face.
    I thought of that creamy, delicious looking tan skin of his.  Was he Italian?  Maybe from Russian ancestry?  Greek?
    I suddenly wondered if he had any tattoos—I was mad about tattoos.  Well, good tattoos, not jail house tats, or those blue inked jobs that faded into a smudge.  No, I liked a good, clean, polished tattoo with either vibrant color, or a start black that could cut glass.
    I wanted to pull off Quinn’s clothes—that lovely silk shirt, and that butter soft looking leather jacket…and other things—and search him inch by yummy inch until I found where his tattoos lie.
    After all, I was dressed pretty damn nice.  I wear a size six…shoe, that is.  And tonight I’d strapped on some hundred dollar four inch heels that made my calves look great.  I had my barely D cup breasts peaking through a nearly see-through little blouse about two sizes too small—what can I say, I like to accentuate my assets.  And speaking of assets, my own round, size - eighteen butt was firmly held by a tight leather skirt that only stretched down far enough I didn’t flash the clientele every time I leaned over to get a beer out of the coolers.
    I had some almost appropriate clothes in the back of my closet…somewhere.  But I saved them for family get-togethers, and the occasional funeral.
    My fiery red hair—yeah, I’m a ginger—was pulled up atop my head, curls falling in a fashionable mess around my heart-shaped face.   And you guessed it, my eyes are Irish green.
    But I had a black-belt