Serve Me

“I’m Kellan Asher. You can come in my office.” The myth was actually true, his accent was toe curling. The drawl of it, and the harshness. Like ice hitting rock.

He was tall, and his jeans and gray Henley fit him like a second skin. I got more and more nervous with each step, but I gave myself a pep talk. Reminding myself how much I wanted and needed this job.

His office was small and very normal, nothing stood out except him. He pulled a chair from the far wall and set it in front of his desk. I sat and stared back at him blinking before I realized I was still holding my resume.

“The barkeep job, right?” He asked as he took it.

“Yes.”

His eyes lingered across my body for a moment. I didn’t mind because I was checking him out too. His forearms were almost the size of my thighs, he hulked over the desk with his muscular body. His hair was dark and wavy, but his eyes a glowing green. The lines of his face were hard, but his lips soft. I kept imagining them doing very dirty things to me, right here in this office.

“You have a lot of experience.” He commented after a long moment.

“Um, yes.” I wasn’t sure how to answer. “I’m really good, and reliable. I’ve wanted to work here for a long time.” I added. Now I didn’t want to sound desperate, but I wasn’t above voicing how much I wanted the job.

“Really?” He smirked.

“Yeah.”

He set my paper aside and leaned back, looking me over. “You would look good in the uniform. Really good.” His eyes bore a heat into mine and I matched it, because the world’s sharpest knife couldn’t even cut the sexual tension in here.

“Does that mean I have the job?” I managed.

He answered by standing up, and going into the file cabinet. He took out a small black top and handed it to me. I looked up at him as I swallowed the moisture in my mouth.

“Yes.”

I smiled wide as I took the shirt and stood, offering to shake his hand. “Thank you.” I gleamed, but he didn’t let go of my hand.

Instead his eyes met mine again as he licked his full, pink bottom lip. “You could try it on here. Make sure it fits.” His voice was deep but it seemed to drop even another octave.

“Here?” I arched a brow.

“Here. If you want.” He shrugged and let me go. But I knew the truth; he wanted me.

I took off my shirt, not even hesitating because who the hell was I kidding? I wanted him too. And I was so happy to have the job. Maybe I got it because he had the hots for me—who cares. I know I’m qualified. His eyes burned through my bra, but it stayed on. The shirt was a crop top, with the shamrock logo of the bar on it. And it was comfortable, the sleeves just past my shoulders.

“How do I look?” I whispered. He looked me over, his chest emanating a growl.

“Fucking perfect.”

Chapter Three: Joshua

It was one of those days when everything ran together, and I didn’t remember most of it. I went to the gym as always around six, and got back to my flat around eight. I play the morning news, but it’s mostly just background noise while I grind up a protein shake.

Emails got checked. One-night stands tried to hook up again. It was all the usual. I don’t take a girl home every night, but when I do it is always at their place and I hightail it out of there before shit gets complicated.

It’s great having a laid-back job, most of the time they don’t even need me in there but I had some stuff I had to handle at the bar. I showered, dressed in jeans and a polo before I headed out. I lived off of Clinton street, so the walk was less than ten minutes. Even early in the evening, the bar was starting to pile up. I wondered if we found a new barkeep, I didn’t want to have to cover it again.

Our usual barkeep ran out in the middle of his shift, said he had an emergency. But it was the seventh time he had done it, or something like that—so we told him to just not fucking come back. Impulse decision, but we were better off finding someone else than taking his shit all the time. I mean, I felt bad because I knew he was in school too. It must have had something to do with that. Better he focus on school then anyway.

&nbs

p; I walked in through the back, but Kellan wasn’t there. I did notice a woman’s shirt on the chair, but I didn’t think too much of it. That guy can get anyone to do what he wants, especially women. They go crazy for that fucking accent of his. I rolled my eyes as I set off to find him.

“Joshua Lewis, what the hell are you doing here?” Austin boomed over the kitchen wall.

I walked inside to find him there with Kellan, and a fine ten I had never seen before. Possibly an eleven. Her hair was a fuck hot blonde color, her lips naturally peachy. She filled out the company shirt better than I could have imagined when I designed it.