Serving the Wolf's Den (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Kalissa Alexander

order. The guy next to him grinned at her as he poked him. The man finally ordered a beer. She smiled and scooted away.
    After she delivered her drinks without incident, she made a quick trip to the bathroom. She was washing her hands when she felt a tap on the shoulder. She turned to see a woman who appeared to be in her mid- to late thirties. She recognized her from the table with the man who couldn’t take his eyes off her breasts. “Can I help you?” she asked.
    “Yes. You can, or at least I hope you can, or maybe it’s what I can do for you.”
    Maura tilted her head toward her slightly and waited.
    “You see,” she began, “the guy at our table who couldn’t take his eyes off your tits is my brother. He’s been away for a while, and he just got back a couple weeks ago. He hasn’t had the company of a woman in some time.”
    Maura was getting a sense of where the conversation was headed. She wanted to ignore her, but she didn’t want any drama. “I have to get back to my tables.” She dried her hands quickly and walked to the door. The woman followed her.
    “He needs a woman bad, and you’re the youngest woman in here, and he’s really taken with your tits and your ass. Of course, he likes your face, too. You don’t suppose you’d want to go out with us after your shift? I mean, I could pay you now. I wouldn’t want him to know I gave you money.”
    “We don’t do that here. It’s a bar, not a brothel,” she said, mimicking Max’s words when he hired her.
    “Don’t tell me you don’t like to make some cash on the side? Most girls who work at places like this do. Come on,” she cajoled, “I’ll make it worth your while. Just oral and regular, no anal unless you like it that way.”
    “I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt that you didn’t hear what I said. So, I’ll say it again, this time with no chance you’ll misunderstand. The answer is no. This isn’t that kind of place, and I’m not that kind of girl. Pursue this and I’ll have the bouncer show you to the door. Do you understand now?”
    “Damn, the Bitch has claws. Forget I mentioned it,” she said nastily before she turned away, walking unsteadily back to her table.
    Maura could see that the woman was drunk. She wondered if she should ask one of the other girls to take the woman’s table. She didn’t want to chance another encounter with her or her brother.
    She caught Katie’s eye from across the room, and smiled. Before she turned away, Maura pointed toward the bar. Maura took a few orders and then took them to the bar hoping Katie had understood her cryptic message. She gave Max her order.
    “What’s up?” Katie asked, placing her tray on the bar.
    “I’m probably being overly cautious, but one of the women at table ten asked me to service her brother after work. She wasn’t too aggressive about it, but I just have a feeling it would be best if I traded tables with you. Is that okay with you? I know it’s an imposition. I’m really sorry.”
    “Of course it’s okay. I’m glad to see that you’re finally using that head of yours. Why don’t you take table twenty-three? Two nice couples that are just out for some late-night drinks. They’re actually talking about their kids. You’ll like them.”
    “Thanks. I appreciate it. Should I go over to them now and see if they need anything?”
    “No. I have their refills coming up. You take them.”
    “Whatever they give me for a tip is yours.”
    “I’m not worried about that. Just glad you told me what that woman said. It’s better to be safe than sorry.”
    “What woman said what?” Max asked, bringing over her drinks.
    “Nothing to worry about. Maura and I are just switching tables. I’m handling it.” Katie ended her last sentence with a slight edge in her voice. Maura knew she was basically telling Max to back off.
    “Okay. But if I need to get involved, don’t wait until it’s too late. Understood?” Maura knew his warning was meant