Page 4 of Minotaur Bar (Minotaur Bar #1)

Holy shit!!! My father could’ve warned me that Havoc was the sexiest minotaur alive before throwing me before the beast for my impromptu interview! I mean, holy gods!!! The monster is fucking built, gorgeous and packing heat.

He’s tall, white hair covering his muscular body, yet his ears, eyes, snout, and hands are starkly different with their black coloring.

He looks like a cute little Oreo.

Well, ok.

Nothing about the bull is little.

Especially that fucking bat he’s hiding in his pants.

Oh yeah, I saw the stiffy he was sporting behind his faded, ripped army pants.

And don’t even get me started on that cut off crop top… The fucking beast was a pantie dropper, and I was soaking mine the entire time I faced off with him.

I can’t believe he’s actually giving me a chance.

But also, I can.

I didn’t back down when he took those shots at me and I know that’s exactly what his patrons will do too.

Even if I win them all over, the banter is part of the job, no matter where you tend bar.

I like it too. The back and forth gets me going and my personality loves the energy behind it.

I run to the truck and haul myself inside, trying to calm my breathing in front of my dad.

He gives me an inquiring look as I snap my seatbelt into place.

“Tonight. Nine. I’m supposed to meet Cash and do a trial run,”

I say excitedly as dad bangs his palms on the steering wheel.

“Fuck yeah! That’s my girl!”

he says, happily celebrating.

“Dammit, I’m proud of you, kid!”

“Dad. It’s just a job tending bar. It’s not like I own the place,”

I remind him, thinking of my failed hair career.

“I don’t give a shit, baby! You’re finding your way. And that is something to be proud of!”

he says sternly in that fatherly voice. I can’t help but smile back at him as he reverses the truck.

“Thanks, daddy. You set this whole thing up. And I was a dick and made fun of it. But it worked,”

I admit. He laughs, smacking my shoulder playfully.

“Your old man knows a thing or two, huh?”

he asks as I nod.

“Those bulls aren’t ready for what’s about to hit them!”

“I hope I can handle this. I just talked a big game in there,”

I say, my bravado faltering as the realization sinks in that I’m about to be serving a packed house of minotaurs.

“You’ll do great, baby girl. I have no doubt in my mind,”

he says kindly. I’m glad he’s so sure, because I feel like I’m about to shit a brick.

*****

“What the fuck am I going to wear?!”

I moan out loud to myself, throwing clothes across the bedroom I grew up in and now occupy again. A dress is out, I already wore my favorite shorts today and I’m running out of clean options.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

This outfit is a statement. It’s about to set the tone for my employment at Bulls & Horns. I sigh. I have to show some cleavage. I need the fucking tips my tits will bring. And I need something comfortable I can bend over in. I huff a whine and fall onto my bed face first, admitting defeat. And then I see the camouflage pattern peeking up from the bottom of my closet. Fuck. Yes. My camo pants that match the ones Havoc was wearing today! Those are going to be perfect!! They cinch at the end of the legs and rest comfortably around mid-calf. They sit perfectly on my waist and accentuate my ass and wide hips beautifully. I squeal as I run to get them and twirl around my room happily, hugging them to my chest before pulling them on. They fit me like a glove, just as excited to be worn.

“Ok, now a shirt!”

I look around at the mess of shirts lying on the carpet and spy a tight, red halter crop top that will show off my boobs, back and a strip of my thick middle. I think of Havoc’s nickname for me, red. I smirk, my pussy heating at the memory of it slipping past his lips.

“This is definitely it,”

I whisper as I throw it over my head.

I check myself out in the mirror and smile at what I see. I look fucking hot. My curves are rocking, my tits are the stars, and I feel like I can move and work in this outfit. It’s a winner from all angles, especially the back when I turn and see my shoulder blades and ass on display.

“Oh, fuck yeah. These minotaurs are about to charge when they see me in this!”

I squeal again, laughing at my own joke. I grab my Docs and lace them up before sitting down in front of my mirror and applying my makeup.

It takes me a little over an hour to do my hair and finish my face off with highlight and lipstick. I pucker up and make a kissing noise as I observe my reflection looking back at me. I feel like I fit the look of the sexy bartender. Now to see if I fit the bar itself.