Violetta
The phone on the bar rang, and I jerked my head up. It was almost four o'clock in the morning. Who the hell would be calling Confections bar at this time?
Convinced it was a wrong number, I went back to my job. I was so close to finishing, and Charlie had already told me that I needed to be back at eight in the morning for inventory.
The phone rang again. With a sigh, I dropped the rag and crossed the rough wooden floor. Wiping my hands on my pants, I looked down and swore. My pants were streaked with the damn oil. It would be a nightmare to try and wash out, assuming that I would ever have the time to do laundry.
This was my only pair of jeans. Leaving the bar to go shopping wasn't exactly an option.
I did my best to stay tucked away in my own corner, and I didn't exactly ha
