Page 12 of Old-Fashioned
Yeah, I would be lying through my goddamned teeth. I apparently didn’t know what the term being amazed was… not even close.
The moment I pulled into the parking lot in the back, my gaze didn’t sweep over the vehicles there.
It also didn’t sweep over a certain gray Jeep Grand Cherokee.
My heart also didn’t do something funny and fucking flip.
Yeah, I was a fucking liar.
Backing my bike into my spot under the overhang where my brothers, Baker, Caelan, also parked, I shut her off, removed my helmet, placed it on the handlebar, swung my leg over, and headed inside.
I was walking to the office to go over shit from last night when I heard that laugh.
That all and out fully body, deep roaring laugh. It was the cutest sound I had ever heard.
My steps slowed.
My heart flipped a-fucking-gain.
Peeking my head into the kitchen to see that long shiny black hair curled in rivulets and falling down her back, I felt my gut clench.
What I wouldn’t give to see all that hair fanned out across my pillow.
Feel her small, delectable body pressed to mine first thing in the morning.
Stop it, you fucking fool. You’re fucking thirteen years older than her.
Sure, it wasn’t a crime, it was just a fucking number.
But she was young.
So young in fact that she had the whole world laid out before her.
I was nothing but a used-up ex-fighter with a fucking record.
Sure, I owned this bar, and in my younger years, with a fucking brain, I had invested a good amount of money, and was comfortable. I could live the rest of my life and keep on living comfortably even if I never made another penny.
Just as those thoughts swept into my head, I felt a pair of eyes on me which caused my skin to crawl. Fucking Jewell.
If she would be a shit waitress just once, I’d fire her ass for simply making me uncomfortable, however, I didn’t want to get sued.
But I couldn’t stop myself from glancing at Birdie just once more before I continued to my office and had to beat the urge to turn around and walk back when I heard Birdie say, “So I sit down across from him, and he smirked, then asked me if it would be pointless to eat dinner because his dick was already hard from just watching me walk to him.”
It was two hours later, paperwork was done for last night, the schedules were done, and I was behind the bar filling orders.
And no, it didn’t escape my notice that ever since Birdie had started working here our revenue had doubled… and that was just on the weeknights. As for the weekends… well, it fucking tripled.
Birdie had just placed her tray at the end where I strode over to her and asked, “Whatcha need?”
“Two Coors and a Miller. Drafts.”
I nodded and got to work.
Just as I placed her beers on her tray, I told myself it wasn’t my place.
Told myself it wasn’t my concern.
But, alas, my mouth and my brain were not in agreement, which was why I found myself being a nosy bastard where she was concerned. “What happened after he said that shit to you?”