change my life, in more ways than I could have ever imagined. She ordered a Cuba Libre and I didn’t ask for her ID, she appeared to be twenty-one with the way she carried herself, which was much different than most women in Miami. A sort of confidence she didn’t even know she portrayed. It was alluring and the tiny woman sitting before me immediately captivated me.
She had tan skin and this petite body that was perfect for her bone structure, with her long brown hair that was down to her waist. But it was her bright green eyes that I couldn’t look away from; they had the power to bring a man to his knees. They would tell you the world if you let them.
When I handed her the drink, she immediately looked at my ring finger, just as all women did.
“Do you know of any places hiring?” she asked, moving her pouty lips that were made for things I shouldn’t be thinking of.
I looked at her and smiled. “What are you looking to do?”
What a loaded question…
I could tell she was reflecting on how to answer me. “I’m not quite sure. I’m a fast learner, though. I just need to make some money and by that, I mean today. I just picked up and moved here from Tampa so I need to make some money fast; not really crazy about living on the streets.” She halfheartedly smiled.
I thought about her response and I knew from the second she stepped foot into my bar that she couldn’t be from Miami; the city hadn’t corrupted her yet. “What’s your name, and how old are you?” I questioned.
She stuck out her hand. “Ysabelle Telle, twenty-one, you?”
I shook it. “Devon Hill, twenty-nine.”
“Well, nice to meet you, Devon Hill.” She gave me a flirty smile. “Now, about any hiring’s, do you think you could help me?” She bit her bottom lip and it stirred unexpected emotions in me, but not in a sexual way… in a protective one.
“Let me see what I can do.”
I walked to the back of the bar to grab the necessary paperwork and came back to her. “Fill this out and you can start today? Do you have any bartending or waitress experience?”
“No… like I said, I’m a really fast learner.”
“All right then, I can have you start bartending today. Just shadow me and we will see how fast you pick it up. If I like what I see, I’ll put you on the schedule. I’ll just pay you under the table until we see if you’re going to work, and then we’ll talk about putting you on the payroll. Deal?” I asked with an extended hand and she took it.
“Are you the owner?” she questioned.
“I am.”
She put the pen to the corner of her lip and bit on it. She was flirting with me and it wasn’t in the normal way I was used to with most women. It was as if she was using her body to get what she wanted and that wasn’t sex. She wanted something else… I had already given her the job, but her eyes told me something different. It didn’t matter that she appeared confident; on the inside, she was broken.
Just like me.
“Huh, you’re awfully young to be owning something,” she commented, taking me away from my thoughts.
“And you are awfully gorgeous,” I responded with a smirk. “You’ll definitely bring in a crowd for me. I inherited this club from an uncle, who passed away a few years ago.”
She brought the pen back down on the application. “Oh… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to—”
“Don’t sweat it, Kid. It happened a long time ago. He was a mean old bastard anyway, but he did know how to run a great place. It was successful before I ever got my hands on it. I was fortunate enough to have a business degree from college, so I knew a thing or two about running a business. What brings you to Miami?”
She started working on the application.
Interesting… she didn’t want to look into my eyes.
“I was over living in my hometown. I wanted to expand my horizons.” She looked back at me. “You know?”
I nodded, knowing exactly the feeling she was expressing. “Yeah, I can understand
She had tan skin and this petite body that was perfect for her bone structure, with her long brown hair that was down to her waist. But it was her bright green eyes that I couldn’t look away from; they had the power to bring a man to his knees. They would tell you the world if you let them.
When I handed her the drink, she immediately looked at my ring finger, just as all women did.
“Do you know of any places hiring?” she asked, moving her pouty lips that were made for things I shouldn’t be thinking of.
I looked at her and smiled. “What are you looking to do?”
What a loaded question…
I could tell she was reflecting on how to answer me. “I’m not quite sure. I’m a fast learner, though. I just need to make some money and by that, I mean today. I just picked up and moved here from Tampa so I need to make some money fast; not really crazy about living on the streets.” She halfheartedly smiled.
I thought about her response and I knew from the second she stepped foot into my bar that she couldn’t be from Miami; the city hadn’t corrupted her yet. “What’s your name, and how old are you?” I questioned.
She stuck out her hand. “Ysabelle Telle, twenty-one, you?”
I shook it. “Devon Hill, twenty-nine.”
“Well, nice to meet you, Devon Hill.” She gave me a flirty smile. “Now, about any hiring’s, do you think you could help me?” She bit her bottom lip and it stirred unexpected emotions in me, but not in a sexual way… in a protective one.
“Let me see what I can do.”
I walked to the back of the bar to grab the necessary paperwork and came back to her. “Fill this out and you can start today? Do you have any bartending or waitress experience?”
“No… like I said, I’m a really fast learner.”
“All right then, I can have you start bartending today. Just shadow me and we will see how fast you pick it up. If I like what I see, I’ll put you on the schedule. I’ll just pay you under the table until we see if you’re going to work, and then we’ll talk about putting you on the payroll. Deal?” I asked with an extended hand and she took it.
“Are you the owner?” she questioned.
“I am.”
She put the pen to the corner of her lip and bit on it. She was flirting with me and it wasn’t in the normal way I was used to with most women. It was as if she was using her body to get what she wanted and that wasn’t sex. She wanted something else… I had already given her the job, but her eyes told me something different. It didn’t matter that she appeared confident; on the inside, she was broken.
Just like me.
“Huh, you’re awfully young to be owning something,” she commented, taking me away from my thoughts.
“And you are awfully gorgeous,” I responded with a smirk. “You’ll definitely bring in a crowd for me. I inherited this club from an uncle, who passed away a few years ago.”
She brought the pen back down on the application. “Oh… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to—”
“Don’t sweat it, Kid. It happened a long time ago. He was a mean old bastard anyway, but he did know how to run a great place. It was successful before I ever got my hands on it. I was fortunate enough to have a business degree from college, so I knew a thing or two about running a business. What brings you to Miami?”
She started working on the application.
Interesting… she didn’t want to look into my eyes.
“I was over living in my hometown. I wanted to expand my horizons.” She looked back at me. “You know?”
I nodded, knowing exactly the feeling she was expressing. “Yeah, I can understand
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