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Jackson [Wolfe Brothers 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Kaylee Feagans
Authors: Kaylee Feagans
Tags: Romance
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JACKSON
Wolfe Brothers 4
KAYLEE FEAGANS
Copyright © 2013
Chapter 1
The Paris Inn had been busy as hell all night, but Jackson had let the last of his patrons out about an hour ago. The cooking staff was cleaning up for the night. About a year ago, he’d broken down and hired a chef so that he could focus on the business aspects of the restaurant, but his first love was still cooking.
In the office, he’d changed clothes. From dress slacks and a black dress shirt, he tugged on a pair of old, snug jeans that clung to every inch of him, a deep-red, fitted polo shirt, and some boots. The sidewalks had been shoveled, but it was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving and snow was falling again.
He found most of his crew in the kitchen. Caleb, his sous chef and best friend, was trying to talk the new chef into a date, but Onalee was refusing. From the moment he’d met her, he knew that he could love her for the rest of his life, and quite honestly, that scared the snot out of him. Caleb was also interested in her, but it was more of a sexual thing with Cal. They had talked about having her between them. Her lush body quaking as they made her come again and again. He adjusted himself quickly then cleared his throat.
The kitchen was spotless. They were closing up shop tonight for the holiday. Jackson had had several inquiries about dinners being served on Thanksgiving Day, but he felt that his employees needed to be able to spend some time with their families. Besides that, he sure as hell wasn’t going to be here. His folks and brothers and their wives were all having a big dinner at his folks’ place in Excelsior Springs.
“Let’s go to Hell’s Place. First round is on me!” There were cheers all around, even from the under-twenty-one waitresses that wouldn’t be able to go. “Lisa, Cindi, you know you girls can’t go, but I don’t want you to feel left out.” He slipped them both a twenty.
Manuel, the prep cook, Keith, the only waiter, and the two dishwashers, Bryce and Ian, headed for the small locker room that they stored their personal belongings in, including a change of clothes.
Onalee watched all of them with a sense of detachment. Her intense blue eyes watched her boss. Without his work attire on, his tattooed sleeves showed their artwork. His black hair was gone. He’d shaved his head shortly after she started working there. He was tall, at least six foot five inches, and powerfully built. She did her best to avoid him at all costs.
How the hell was she going to get out of going to a bar tonight with the rest of the guys? The man had women fawning over him all the time, beautiful women that made her look like a fat cow. She hated them. No, she wasn’t psycho for Jackson Wolfe or anything, but the women that tended to chase after him were all the same. Super thin, absolutely beautiful, and incredibly stupid.
How could she fit in with his crowd? She didn’t. The black chef’s outfit kept most of her extra poundage packed away from sight. Her straight, long blonde hair was kept piled on top of her head and out of the way when she was cooking. She was taller than the two waitresses that worked here but wasn’t model tall either.
“What are you and your family doing tomorrow?” Jack asked as his black eyes traced over every inch of her.
She shook her head. She didn’t have any family left. Her parents had been killed in an auto accident when she was still a toddler. She’d been raised by her maternal grandparents. Grandpa George had died after a stroke about five years ago, and Grandma Hannah died of a broken heart not even six months later. She had no brothers or sisters, and her parents had been only children as well. That left her all alone.
“Your family doesn’t get together?” He pressed her for more information.
“I don’t have any family left, Mr. Wolfe.” She kept her voice on an emotionless level because she didn’t want him to pity her.
“Oh shit,
Wolfe Brothers 4
KAYLEE FEAGANS
Copyright © 2013
Chapter 1
The Paris Inn had been busy as hell all night, but Jackson had let the last of his patrons out about an hour ago. The cooking staff was cleaning up for the night. About a year ago, he’d broken down and hired a chef so that he could focus on the business aspects of the restaurant, but his first love was still cooking.
In the office, he’d changed clothes. From dress slacks and a black dress shirt, he tugged on a pair of old, snug jeans that clung to every inch of him, a deep-red, fitted polo shirt, and some boots. The sidewalks had been shoveled, but it was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving and snow was falling again.
He found most of his crew in the kitchen. Caleb, his sous chef and best friend, was trying to talk the new chef into a date, but Onalee was refusing. From the moment he’d met her, he knew that he could love her for the rest of his life, and quite honestly, that scared the snot out of him. Caleb was also interested in her, but it was more of a sexual thing with Cal. They had talked about having her between them. Her lush body quaking as they made her come again and again. He adjusted himself quickly then cleared his throat.
The kitchen was spotless. They were closing up shop tonight for the holiday. Jackson had had several inquiries about dinners being served on Thanksgiving Day, but he felt that his employees needed to be able to spend some time with their families. Besides that, he sure as hell wasn’t going to be here. His folks and brothers and their wives were all having a big dinner at his folks’ place in Excelsior Springs.
“Let’s go to Hell’s Place. First round is on me!” There were cheers all around, even from the under-twenty-one waitresses that wouldn’t be able to go. “Lisa, Cindi, you know you girls can’t go, but I don’t want you to feel left out.” He slipped them both a twenty.
Manuel, the prep cook, Keith, the only waiter, and the two dishwashers, Bryce and Ian, headed for the small locker room that they stored their personal belongings in, including a change of clothes.
Onalee watched all of them with a sense of detachment. Her intense blue eyes watched her boss. Without his work attire on, his tattooed sleeves showed their artwork. His black hair was gone. He’d shaved his head shortly after she started working there. He was tall, at least six foot five inches, and powerfully built. She did her best to avoid him at all costs.
How the hell was she going to get out of going to a bar tonight with the rest of the guys? The man had women fawning over him all the time, beautiful women that made her look like a fat cow. She hated them. No, she wasn’t psycho for Jackson Wolfe or anything, but the women that tended to chase after him were all the same. Super thin, absolutely beautiful, and incredibly stupid.
How could she fit in with his crowd? She didn’t. The black chef’s outfit kept most of her extra poundage packed away from sight. Her straight, long blonde hair was kept piled on top of her head and out of the way when she was cooking. She was taller than the two waitresses that worked here but wasn’t model tall either.
“What are you and your family doing tomorrow?” Jack asked as his black eyes traced over every inch of her.
She shook her head. She didn’t have any family left. Her parents had been killed in an auto accident when she was still a toddler. She’d been raised by her maternal grandparents. Grandpa George had died after a stroke about five years ago, and Grandma Hannah died of a broken heart not even six months later. She had no brothers or sisters, and her parents had been only children as well. That left her all alone.
“Your family doesn’t get together?” He pressed her for more information.
“I don’t have any family left, Mr. Wolfe.” She kept her voice on an emotionless level because she didn’t want him to pity her.
“Oh shit,
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