Page 5 of Hope in his Darkness
“Yeah, that’s me.” He replies before suddenly spinning around and heading in the opposite direction. Turning back toward the bar, Clay was still motioning me toward him while practically everyone at the bar was staring in my direction. I guess they saw all that go down, great.
Chapter Three
Brody
Nope, no way, no how. This was not happening. This girl needs to walk right back out the door she just came in and out of my life for good. Nothing good can come from this. As soon as I smelled her delicious scent from across the bar, I knew she had to go.
Only fate could have such a fucked up sense of humor to throw my mate at me just days after I came home. My animal was practically tearing at my skin, trying to get to her. There was no way I was taking a mate. I loved Georgia. It was that simple. This girl, Hope, whoever she was could just crawl back in wherever she came from as far as I was concerned.
Our Mate!
That doesn’t mean shit. She’s not for us. We love Georgia, remember? Georgia is who we love, Georgia is who holds our heart, not some random chick who just walked into the bar looking beautiful and smelling like heaven. No, she is definitely not for us. Remember Georgia, remember how beautiful she is, how amazing she smelled, how soft her skin felt against our fingertips.
Mate!
No, no, she’s not. She can’t be. Fate is just fucking with us. Maybe if I keep telling myself and my animal that it will be true. I try to focus on waiting tables instead of stealing glances over at the bar where my dad is talking to her. The way her long red hair brushes the top of her ass like it’s trying to call attention to that plump, juicy, bitable ass.
Fuck! My cock goes from zero to hello in like three seconds, just watching her hair move against the top of her ass. I need to tell Dad not to hire her. There’s no way I’ll survive if she is working at the bar with us.
“Um...hello. I ordered a Crown and Coke.” Turning, I apologize to the customer before rushing off to get their drink order. Along the way, my eyes stray back to her. She’s still talking to my dad as he tries to fill drink orders.
Suddenly she puts her hand up to stop whatever it is he’s saying, jumps over the bar, and starts serving up drinks. The look of pure shock on my dad's face is priceless and brings a smile to my face. Damn, she’s sexy and can work a tap. I might need to marry her now. What the hell? No, no marrying her, no mating her, no nothing to do with her. My animal whines inside, itching to be released so he could claim her.
As I make my way back over to my table with their Crown and Coke, I cannot stop myself from glancing back to watch her work. She is a natural behind the bar, popping tops off beer bottles, filling drink orders with lightning-fast speed, and giving everyone her freckle-faced smile. It makes me want to rip off their heads and shove them up their asses. There was a part of me that was jealous of every single guy sitting at that bar getting that smile from her. The only thing that stopped me was that her smile didn’t reach her eyes with them. It was her fake smile, but damn if it still wasn’t beautiful.
She has an innocent essence about her that calls to my more primal urges, which makes her dangerous to my sanity. I keep busy through the rush, serving drinks and food as fast as I could make them. I avoided Hope by going to my dad’s side of the bar to order my drinks. The less interaction I had with her, the better.
“I think we found our new employee.” He happily announces a few hours later when things start to slow down. Fuck balls. I need to nip this shit in the bud.
“We don’t know anything about her. She could rob us blind. I don’t want her here Pops, get rid of her.” I know I sound like a whiny bitch, but she cannot stay here. I’ll lose my fucking mind. My dad eyes me suspiciously for a minute before shaking his head as if he came to a decision.
“Do you get the feeling she’s not trustworthy? Because I’ll be honest, she’s about as sweet as apple pie and not hard on the eyes for this old man.” My animal gave a growl at his mention of Hope being easy on the eyes. I try to contain it, but it was so unexpected I couldn’t. My dad narrows his eyes at me before raising his eyebrow in question.
“Something you’d like to tell me, son?” I shake my head. No way was I telling him that Hope was my mate because in my heart, she wasn’t. My heart is holding out for Georgia. There isn’t any room for Hope in my heart, only Georgia.
“You sure about that? Nothing at all you need to get off your chest?” I shake my head again, chancing a glance over at Hope. She leans over the bar, her tank top stretches tight against her chest, just enough to give the guy she was serving an unobstructed view down it.
