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Kelvin’s gaze has drifted toward the front door of the bar. Something has caught his attention, because he’s suddenly uninterested in pushing me further. I follow his gaze. My eyes widen, and my breath catches.
The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen is standing just inside the door. She’s around 5’5” with dark, wavy, brown hair hanging loose around her shoulders. She has a nice set of tits, wide hips, and thick thighs I notice as I drink her in.
Slowly my eyes trail back up to her face. She looks around hesitantly before getting a cell phone out of her pocket. Her head drops as she scrolls on the device until she finds what she’s looking for.
Is she meeting someone here?I can’t help but wonder.A man, perhaps?
The thought causes my stomach to sour. I wrinkle my nose in disgust, imagining some random man walking up to her and introducing himself. I scan the room quickly, noting any men who aren’t obviously with someone. There seems to be an unusual number of single males in here tonight, or perhaps there isn’t, and I just don’t normally pay attention to such details when we are here.
A man at the bar turns to notice the woman. He gets to his feet, and I have to force myself to keep my seat. I don’t want to watch their greeting, but like watching a car accident, I can’t seem to look away.
He walks up next to her invading her personal space. Her head jerks up, eyes wide. She doesn’t seem to recognize him. Theman says something to her and motions toward the bar where he’d been sitting. She shakes her head. The man lingers a little longer.
The woman’s face flushes and scrunches into a frown. She again shakes her head firmly as she replies to him. The man stomps off in a huff. A sense of relief floods my body.What the fuck?Why should I care she shot the guy down?
“I’m going to grab another beer. You guys want anything?” I ask, rising to my feet. My eyes keep drifting to the dark-haired beauty while I wait for Dalton and Kelvin to reply. She’s wearing a pair of well-worn jeans that hug her full hips just right. The long-sleeved sweater she’s wearing is loose, but doesn’t hide the swell of her ample breasts. She is gorgeous, and I can’t stop admiring the view.
The woman is studying her phone intently while biting her lower lip. She shouldn’t be doing that. She will cause her lip to swell and turn red. Oh, the images that brings to mind as I watch her. I can think of a few other things that would make her lips flushed and swollen. Much more pleasurable things. I shake my head. I shouldn’t be daydreaming about doing naughty things to a woman I haven’t even met yet.What’s gotten into me?
Time to dial it back. If I go up to her with a raging hard-on, I’ll scare her off before I can get a word out.Shit! Why would I approach her in the first place? Maybe because I haven’t been with anyone in months?
I force myself to look away from her and focus on my friends. When my eyes meet Dalton’s, he quirks an eyebrow in askance. I shake my head. “So you want anything or not?” I ask them again, gruffly.
“Yeah, get me a beer,” Kelvin says, his gaze lingering on the front door. It rankles me that he is staring at her, but I have no claim on her so I can’t say anything.
“I’ll take one, too,” Dalton adds. I nod then turn and head toward the bar. I keep checking to see if she’s still there. Our eyes meet when she looks up from her phone, causing my steps to falter. I’m drawn to her but resist the urge. I’m not going to fall into the same spell my brothers have fallen under. No way, not me.
At the bar, I order three Samuel Adams Boston Lagers. While waiting on the bartender to fill my order, I rest my forearms onto the bar top, and my eyes drift to the woman again. I straighten from my forward leaning position when I see Kelvin approaching her. My fists clinch as I fight the urge to punch my long-time friend for taking the initiative I should have taken.
It’s for the best, I tell myself as I watch him talking to her. She doesn’t give off one-night stand vibes, and God knows I’m not boyfriend material. Kelvin, on the other hand, has a softer side. He’d make some woman a great boyfriend, at least that’s what Marley says. My gut churns as I imagine the two of them together.
I force myself to look away and heave out a deep sigh. The next thing I know, Kelvin is standing next to me. “You order our beers?” he asks, sounding irritated. I turn to him, noting he has an odd expression on his face.
“Yeah,” I answer hesitantly, my eyes drifting back to the woman who is scanning the room nervously, still standing near the door. Kelvin chuckles, drawing my attention. “What?” I bark at him, causing him to laugh harder.
“Go, talk to her,” Kelvin says, good naturedly. “Maybe you’ll have better luck. She shot me down flat.” I tip my head to the side as I take in what he’s said. My eyes drifting to her again. She looks my way about that time.
Our eyes lock again. It feels like an invisible tether has formed between us, drawing me toward her. Leaving Kelvin to get our drinks, I make my way over to her. Her eyes wideningas I approach. I suppose I do look a little intimidating with my tattooed arms and my six-foot-four frame.
“Hello, angel,” I say to her. “You look a little lost. Can I help you with something?” She stares back at me speechless at first. I tilt my head, raising an eyebrow. She swallows hard. The muscles moving in her neck drawing my attention to the creamy smooth skin. Skin that I’d love to have my mouth on.What kind of sexy little sounds would she make as I skim my teeth over her neck?
“That’s the worst pick-up line I’ve ever heard,” the angel answers with a scowl. Her hip cocks out to the side, and her head tilts to the right as if she’s trying to figure me out. She’s even more adorable when she’s pissed. I fight back the laughter that wants to leave me, because I don’t think she will find any humor in it.
“It’s not a pick-up line,” I contradict. “I was only trying to be helpful.” She considers me another beat before she takes a deep breath and relaxes slightly.
“I’m looking for the office,” my angel replies, licking her lips nervously. “I’m supposed to meet a Jay Gordon here, but I wasn’t sure I had the right address. There are two Jay’s Bar and Grill listings on Google maps.” I smile at her.
“Yes, he has two establishments, but you’re at the right one,” I tell her. “I saw Jay head into his office a little while ago. Come on, I can show you the way.” She hesitates, looking at me with curiosity. She doesn’t know me after all. It’s actually smart she isn’t just following me without hesitation.
“I’m Rosco Robertson.” I hold out my hand in offer to shake hers. “I’ve known Jay for years. Our company provides security for both of his bars.” Reluctantly she reaches out to take my hand.
2
RACHEL
What the hell is happening?I feel like I’ve fallen into the twilight zone or something. I’d come to Jay’s looking for a job, but instead, I’ve had men coming up to proposition me from the moment I walked in the door. This kind of thing doesn’t normally happen to me. Not that I go to bars often, hardly ever in the last five years, but still even before, I’d never had so many hot guys approach me.
I’d called earlier about a job, but the owner, Mr. Gordan, hadn’t been available at the time. The person who’d answered had said Mr. Gordan would be out most of the day. He’d offered to take a message, but I’d asked if I could get an application and make an appointment instead.
