button for the elevator. She opened Facebook up while she waited and checked her notifications. It was a personal rule that she never check the damn thing during work hours. A few years ago it had become such an addiction for her that she had to detox herself by deactivating her account for a few months and getting her life back on track. The elevator doors opened and she walked out onto the street. It was a cool night in April, unseasonably so, and she pulled her suit jacket tighter across her chest as she ran across the street to the line of bars the businessmen all inhabited after 4pm on Fridays.
“Kenny!” Jack waved his arms at her as she walked into Mama’s . It was a relatively new joint with a reputation for being owned by a former Madame. She made her way through the throng of partygoers and sat down on the stool next to Jack.
“Why do you insist on sitting at the bar and not in a comfy booth?”
“Booths were all taken by the time I got here,” he smiled that dazzling smile that got them into way too much trouble. Although, to be fair, it also got them out of being locked up for indecent exposure. He was her brother, sure, but he was also her best friend and best friends did stupid shit all the time…like skinny dip at the beach during one of the hottest nights Sydney had seen in years. Apparently the elderly couple who had seen them weren’t as impressed with Jack’s rock hard abs and ass or her perfectly plump rump.
“How was your day?” Jack asked, sliding a beer over to her.
“Bad. Really….bad. I’m going to need more than beer tonight.”
She hailed the bartender over to her and pushed the beer back to Jack, who with raised eyebrows, gladly accepted. She looked up into the brown eyes of an incredibly gorgeous man who smiled at her and asked her what she wanted.
A piece of you, beefcake is what she wanted to respond but instead she ordered Sambuca shots and a vodka cruiser chaser.
“Vodka cruisers?” Jack laughed. “When you said you needed more, I didn’t think you’d bitch out on me.”
She punched his arm playfully and watched as beefcake poured the shots before grabbing her a passionfruit cruiser. God…even his taste in cruiser was nice.
“Shit…should I leave now?” Jack asked. She turned to him in shock when she realised she had been eyeing the bartender off non-stop since he had gotten her drinks.
As she accepted the shots, she tossed them back quickly and sipped half the bottle of cruiser down her throat. It slid down her throat nicely, coating it in the sugary goodness that was a vodka cruiser.
“I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?”
Jack nodded, laughing. “I’ll get the bucket out before we pass out, shall I?”
“Good idea.”
“Heard you had a tough one,” he said, sobering slightly. “How many were lost?”
“Four…including Matthew.”
“Shit…new boss, huh? Do you know who yet?”
Kendra nodded. “His name is Chad Caraway.”
“I’ve heard of him,” Jack said. “He’s actually pretty wealthy…his family’s money I think. I’d get your shields up, kiddo, apparently he’s a dick.”
Wouldn’t that just cap off a great new working relationship? She already hated him!
“Just what I heard though.”
“What else do you know about him?”
“You have a phone…google him.”
Laughing, she took her phone out of her bag and googled his name. Why hadn’t she thought to do this earlier?
“Holy shit…he’s been married twice already and he’s not even thirty.”
“Wow…” Jack sighed. “Poor bastard is probably paying for their luxurious lives as we speak.”
“I’d never marry a man who looks as arrogant as he does!” Kendra said, showing Jack the picture that appeared first. He was dressed for a ball with a bow tie and a black suit, his chiselled jaw was set in a stern way as if he didn’t want to be there. But damn, did he look good in a suit. Heaven help her, she was going to live to regret this.
The bartender
“Kenny!” Jack waved his arms at her as she walked into Mama’s . It was a relatively new joint with a reputation for being owned by a former Madame. She made her way through the throng of partygoers and sat down on the stool next to Jack.
“Why do you insist on sitting at the bar and not in a comfy booth?”
“Booths were all taken by the time I got here,” he smiled that dazzling smile that got them into way too much trouble. Although, to be fair, it also got them out of being locked up for indecent exposure. He was her brother, sure, but he was also her best friend and best friends did stupid shit all the time…like skinny dip at the beach during one of the hottest nights Sydney had seen in years. Apparently the elderly couple who had seen them weren’t as impressed with Jack’s rock hard abs and ass or her perfectly plump rump.
“How was your day?” Jack asked, sliding a beer over to her.
“Bad. Really….bad. I’m going to need more than beer tonight.”
She hailed the bartender over to her and pushed the beer back to Jack, who with raised eyebrows, gladly accepted. She looked up into the brown eyes of an incredibly gorgeous man who smiled at her and asked her what she wanted.
A piece of you, beefcake is what she wanted to respond but instead she ordered Sambuca shots and a vodka cruiser chaser.
“Vodka cruisers?” Jack laughed. “When you said you needed more, I didn’t think you’d bitch out on me.”
She punched his arm playfully and watched as beefcake poured the shots before grabbing her a passionfruit cruiser. God…even his taste in cruiser was nice.
“Shit…should I leave now?” Jack asked. She turned to him in shock when she realised she had been eyeing the bartender off non-stop since he had gotten her drinks.
As she accepted the shots, she tossed them back quickly and sipped half the bottle of cruiser down her throat. It slid down her throat nicely, coating it in the sugary goodness that was a vodka cruiser.
“I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?”
Jack nodded, laughing. “I’ll get the bucket out before we pass out, shall I?”
“Good idea.”
“Heard you had a tough one,” he said, sobering slightly. “How many were lost?”
“Four…including Matthew.”
“Shit…new boss, huh? Do you know who yet?”
Kendra nodded. “His name is Chad Caraway.”
“I’ve heard of him,” Jack said. “He’s actually pretty wealthy…his family’s money I think. I’d get your shields up, kiddo, apparently he’s a dick.”
Wouldn’t that just cap off a great new working relationship? She already hated him!
“Just what I heard though.”
“What else do you know about him?”
“You have a phone…google him.”
Laughing, she took her phone out of her bag and googled his name. Why hadn’t she thought to do this earlier?
“Holy shit…he’s been married twice already and he’s not even thirty.”
“Wow…” Jack sighed. “Poor bastard is probably paying for their luxurious lives as we speak.”
“I’d never marry a man who looks as arrogant as he does!” Kendra said, showing Jack the picture that appeared first. He was dressed for a ball with a bow tie and a black suit, his chiselled jaw was set in a stern way as if he didn’t want to be there. But damn, did he look good in a suit. Heaven help her, she was going to live to regret this.
The bartender
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