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With his arm stretched across the back of the black leather couch, JT Stone sipped one of Rick’s signature cocktails and brooded over a woman

Tonight Violet Fontaine wore a black, skin-tightsleeves and a neckline that concealed her delicate collarbones Despite the snug fit, the dress looked modest when viewed from the front But the back of the dress Oh, the back A wide V bared an expanse of golden skin, crisscrossed by spaghetti thin straps from her nape to the indent of her waist As he suspected the design intended, his gaze was drawn to the curve of her tight, round backside

His fingers twitched as he i those luscious curves in his hands Before he’d h man These days he was on a mission to find a butt better than hers To date he hadn’t found one Good thing she had no idea what she did to hi more irreplaceable than his favorite bartender

The resident enius when it ca Rick’s version of a dirty hts a as that he ooing Rick back to Titaniued

JT finished the last of his drink Who was he kidding? In the year since Rick had switched eh on her rounds at exactly eleven-fifteen and lingered to chat with the clientele As the proprietor of the Fontaine Chic, she was very hands-on

“Another drink, JT?” The waitress cocked her head and smiled warmly at him

“Sure” Why not? He nodded toward Violet “And whatever she’s drinking”

Charlene followed his gaze “You know she doesn’t drink when she’s working”

“Maybe tonight she’ll make an exception for me”

“Maybe” But Charlene’s tone said so completely different

“Would you send her over?”

The nightly ritual made the waitress’s lips curve in wry humor “Sure”

Violet herself brought his drink over, setting it before hi tonight”

“Will you join me?”

When she shook her head, the dia fro”

“And I’m your best customer”

“You’re a fan of Rick’s, not Fontaine Chic”