Baby Love (Baby #2)(63)

By 10:30 the bar was full and most of the tables on the mezzanine were as well. The band had been playing for an hour and took their first break of the evening. I was glad when they did as the music made it difficult to hear. I was handling the bar; Eddie handled the drink orders from the floor waiters and waitresses. If there was a lull he helped me with the bar patrons.

By this time Ryan and Andy had consumed about three rounds. Ryan was now waving me over with a silly grin on his face.

"Tylar," he said having read my name off of my nametag, "Over here."

I went over to where both of them where wearing shit-eating grins.

"Andy and I think that we are ready for something a bit more interesting and fun - to drink," he clarified.

"Tell us a bit about this drink here called 'Adios Mother Fucker."

"I don't think that I would recommend that one for either of you," I laughed.

"Why not?" Ryan asked, encouraged.

"Is it because you aren't ready to say 'Adios' to us Tylar?"

"Well guys, it's more along the lines of I don't think my conscious could stand giving you a drink like that considering what you've already consumed here not to mention what you probably consumed before you got here."

Ryan laughed good-naturedly.

"You're beautiful and caring at the same time. I'm impressed Tylar."

"Well then, "Andy chimed in, "We need something for the road Ryan. Something a bit tamer I would guess."

Andy had a slight British accent as if he was either born in England and had spent most recent years here in the states, or perhaps was from here but spent a lot of time in the U.K.

Ryan leaned forward as if he wanted to share a secret with me. I was getting restless knowing that with the crowded bar there were other patrons I needed to serve. I really had hoped they were ready to cash out and be on their way.

"Yes Ryan?" I inquired politely.

"I've decided that I would like you to give me a 'Kiss on the Lips."

"Me, too," Andy piped in, "Only I want you to double mine."

"Excuse me?" I heard a very familiar smooth and silky voice say from behind them.

(Oh shit!)

"Mrs. Sinclair will not be giving either of you a 'kiss on the lips.' That is unless you are willing to part with your teeth should you try."

"Trey stop," I cautioned quietly. "They just want a drink."

"A drink is one thing Tylar; I believe they wanted more than that."

"Nooo, Trey, they didn't. The drink they were requesting is called 'Kiss on the Lips."

I recited the ingredients for him as Ryan and Andy snickered in the background. Andy was the first one to get lippy. It was evident he was British.

"Shove off mate," he said, his accent more pronounced. "We've got it covered here and who are you to care anyway as to what the miss says or does?"

"She is my wife," he hissed towering over Andy with a glint of murder in his blue eyes.

"Don't see a wedding ring on her finger," Ryan cut in smirking.

Trey lowered his eyes to my left hand.

(Holy shit! I hadn't put it back on after braiding my hair.)

My ring had snagged my hair a couple of times as I was french braiding it so I had taken it off while I finished. Apparently I had forgotten to put it back on. Trey was livid.

Thankfully Eddie sensed that something was amiss and quickly came to my side.

"Is everything okay?" he asked.

"No it isn't," Andy chimed in.

"This fellow here is poaching on what Ryan and I have staked our claim on for this evening."

(Oh Holy Shit!)

The next thing I knew, both Ryan and Andy were picking themselves off the floor while Trey ordered me out from behind the bar threatening to drag me over the top if I wasn't front and center within ten seconds.

"Call Gina up here now," I whispered to Eddie as I made my way past him around to the front of the bar.

All of the patrons at the bar were watching the drama unfold.

Once I was out from behind the bar area Trey took my hand leading me as he wove his through the crowd on the mezzanine dragging me behind him. As soon as we got to an area that was somewhat cleared, I yanked my hand from his grasp.

He spun around, looking at me as if I had somehow lost my mind.

"What the hell do you think you are doing Trey? How dare you come up here and make a scene like that," I snapped.

"What the hell Tylar? You come here not wearing your wedding ring, leaning over the bar flirting with those two idiots who by the way were enjoying the view down your unbuttoned blouse. So I'm thinking that should be my question. What the hell do you think you are doing?"

"I'm working Trey; I'm a partner in this remember?"

He stood there in a partial slouch, hands resting on his hips looking totally gorgeous and extremely pissed.

"You don't have the right to come into my place of employment and conduct yourself like some overbearing, hormonal crazed jerk!"

Just then Gina and Tristan were at our side.

"What happened?" Gina asked.

"Trey assaulted two of our patrons," I replied, crossing my arms and glaring right back at him.

I saw a flicker of amusement cross Tristan's face. Trey however was not amused.