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"Stupid assholes!" Dante hacked at another lime and sent a spurt of juice over the bar. He needed to burn off some of his frustration before he snapped at one of the drink boys or worse yet a customer. Not that it helped any. Dante had sliced his way through an entire bag of limes and he was still pissed. He started to stab at the maraschino cherries with those tiny plastic swords, but it didn't have the same effect. Maybe Kale would let him go to the store and get more limes.
Speak of the devil -- as if summoned by Dante? last thought, Kale stomped towards the bar. Dante sighed and tried not to blush too much. It was hard though, Kale always did that to him. Something about the way he carried himself or the way those ice blue eyes burned into him. He had to be the hottest boss Dante had ever had. Kale had the body of some gorgeous Norse god and a face to match. All wrapped in tight jeans, motorcycle boots and waves of dark, red hair that barely touched those broad shoulders. He looked grumpy, but that was nothing new. Besides he made grumpy look awfully good.
"Okay, Dante spill it, what's eating at you?" Kale leaned against the bar eyeing the young bartender with curiosity.
"Nothing." Dante scooped up his limes and stashed them in the usual spot. He kept his eyes down, trying not to ogle too much at his boss.
Oh, Dante wouldn't mind getting in a little overtime with him -- not that Kale ever looked at him like that. Kale, like everyone else at The Body Shop, thought of him as a little brother and that was a serious bug up Dante's butt, especially today.