[Yeah, this whole bar counter thing has got to go. Truthfully, she hadn't even gotten that far in her thoughts about how this would go, but feeling his fingers, a little chilly on her heated skin, jump-started those thoughts.]

I got thirty more minutes...

[She mumbles, more to herself than to him, but taking another look around the bar is enough to convince her -- plus, the hand still on her back is damn distracting. Thirty more minutes of slaving away as a bartender, or hooking up with some cute slightly-older guy? Stupid question, right?]

Yeah...yeah, let's go. This way.

[She jerks her head in the opposite direction of the main entrance, opting instead for a side door that leads to an alley, a.k.a. her secret exit. The night air feels good, but so does the anticipation curling in her chest.]

Ivan the bouncer seeing me leave before shift isn't an option. Even for someone like you.

[Damn it, if she can't hide that half-smile...]