The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 57

Erica’s POV

“Good evening, Randy,” I say to one of the regulars at the bar. “Do you want your usual?”

“You know I do,” he says with a smirk on his face.

“Coming right up,” I smile at him before I pour him three fingers of whiskey.

After two weeks of following Lynne around like a lost puppy, I finally got the handle of working behind the bar. Lynne was right when she said that most of the patrons would be too drunk to notice if I got their drinks wrong. Goddess knows I have made many mistakes the past two weeks. Those that did notice my mistakes were either too kind or too busy looking at my chest to complain too much. All and all it has been a pretty easy gig.

“What is a nice place doing in a girl like you?” Randy slurs his words and flashes a toothless smile at me.

“Are you going to make me cut you off already?” I laugh as I pour some more whiskey into Randy’s glass.

Randy wrinkles up his nose in disgust. “You wouldn’t do that to old Randy would you?”

“Of course not,” I smile at him and he pats my hand gently on the bar.

Randy is one of the regulars that comes in almost every night. He rarely looks at any of the dancers on the stage. He would rather sit at the bar and talk to Lynne and me. Honestly I am more than happy to have his company. He is one of the few men that comes into the Bunny Club and doesn’t look at me like I am a piece of meat.

Lynne took me shopping last weekend and we updated my sexy wardrobe. I now have a closet full of lingerie tops, lacey bras, and skin tight pants. I still don’t feel comfortable in the skimpy, tight clothes but Lynne swears that I look amazing. I, on the other hand, think that I am far too curvy to be showing that much skin.

“Hey Jazzy,” Lynne yells at me from across the bar. “Since it is slow I am going to go out back and have a smoke. Will you be okay on your own?”

“Of course,” I wave her on. “Take your time.”

As soon as Lynne disappears in the back room, Randy yells loudly, “You are nicer than she is.”

“I heard that, Randy,” Lynne says as she pops her head out from the back room.

Randy chuckles as he watches Lynne disappear into the back room again. “I am going to marry that woman one day.”

I cannot help but bust out laughing at Randy’s profession of love towards Lynne. “Sure you are, Randy.”

“Mark my words,” the old man says with a throaty laugh. “She will love me one day.”

“Be sure to invite me to the wedding,” I yell over my shoulder as I head to the other end of the bar to help another customer.

“What about you,” Randy yells down the length of the bar. “Do you have a man?”

My body tenses up slightly as I think about the triplets. “No, Randy, I don’t have A man.”

‘No, you have three of them,’ Envy chimes in from the corner of my mind where she has been curled up for the past two weeks.

I push her back into the corner of my mind. I don’t like to hear what she has to say these days. If she isn’t complaining about the Bunny Club, she is howling for our mates. She is getting on my nerves.

Suddenly the scent of hot chocolate fills the bar and my eyes dart to the doorway. I see two of the last people that I don’t want to see me working in this place waltzing into the bar like they own the joint. Ace and Bryce.

Ducking down behind the bar, I hide from their eyes but I know they will be able to sniff me out in no time.

Randy looks over the bar with his eyes wide in shock. “What are you doing down there?” He says louder than I want him too.

“Shh,” I hiss at him. “I don’t want those two men seeing me here.”

Randy looks back at the door and then down to me again. “The two fancy boys.”

I nod my head up and down silently and bite down on my lower l*p.

“I’ll take care of them,” Randy says as he disappears back over the bar.

I want to yell out for him to stop or to at least be careful. Poor old Randy doesn’t know what he is up against. As far as I know Randy is nothing but an old human man. He certainly never smells like anything but whiskey and muscle cream.

Crawling on my hands and knees I make my way to the back room behind the bar. The dancers are back there preparing to get ready for their time on stage. The smell of coconut oil and different perfumes hangs heavy in the air. I just hope that it will be enough to mask my scent.

Once I am fully in the back room, I get to my feet and see that all of the dancers are looking at me with strange looks on their faces.

Lacey, one of the twins, helps me to wipe the dirt from my knees. “Who came in that you don’t want to see?”

Stacey is looking out of one of the small windows that leads to the bar. “I bet it is one of those fancy guys that just walked in.”

“Actually,” I g***n. “I am hiding from both of them.”

“Damn girl,” Stacey says as she fans her face. “Why are you hiding from those Greek Gods?”

“It’s a long story that started like eighteen years ago,” I m**n. “But I can’t go back out there with them here. They will drag me out.”

“Oh hell no,” Lynne’s voice comes from behind me. “Leave them to me.”

Lynne walks towards the door leading back out to the bar. She peers out of the window and looks back at me in shock.

“It’s not what you think,” I say as I try to find a way to defend myself.

“It doesn’t matter what it is,” Lynne says with a low growl. “Call Enzo to come pick you up.”