TITLE: Love? Please! (A Tale of the Holy Water Warriors
GENRE: Paranormal Romance
Great. Just fan-friggen-tabulous. Not even halfway through her shift and Teagan had an a**-grabber.
Of course, this moron's lack of respect for personal boundaries was why she'd gotten this table of five. The girls had named her 'The Enforcer' for a reason.
She'd let him play for a moment...he wasn't hurting her, after all. But soon he'd pay, and she'd make certain it did hurt him.
"Can I get you boys anything else?" she asked, setting a Corona in front of each of them.
The Friday night band sang their standard classic, "Friends in Low Places," and several patrons whooped or sang along. Lively crowd tonight. At least a couple hundred cowboys, college kids, tourists, and locals. Good tips. Everyone was lookin' for love.
Blondie, the man sitting across the table from where she stood, smiled and tossed down a hundred dollar bill. "Tequila shots?"
Mr. Hands, on her left, inched his grope further up the backside of her inner thigh. If he went any higher, he'd be fondling parts of her only seen by her doctor and her vibrator. She snapped her teeth into a grin, ignoring Mr. Hands, as she pulled the Jose Gold from one holster on her costume gun-slinger's belt and six shot glasses from the cartridge loops on the other hip. Between the rowdy saloon atmosphere and the waitress costumes-- leather vest, gunfighter's belt over short-shorts, Stetson hat and boots--it was no surprise Tommie's Knockers drew the largest crowd in the Canyon.