about a dozen lockers on one wall, and a leather couch and coffee table off to the left along with a small galley kitchen with a dining table.
“Right. Lock the door,” I repeat.
“Yeah, we had a bit of a problem when Levi’s brother, Ryker, worked here. He always seemed to forget to knock, especially when his now-girlfriend, Kat, would be changing in here. Ever since ‘Rykergate’, we’ve had a lock. The last thing Levi needs is for someone to get pissed off at being unwillingly seen all naked and shit. It’s good thing Kat was so into our boy. Man, those two took forever to hook up; we all knew it was bound to happen, it just took them a while to get on the same page…” he trails off, and shows me which locker will be mine.
“As you know,” Luke begins, as we head toward the storage room, “I’m the lucky SOB who gets to train your cute self today, eh? And you should know that you are also lucky ’cause I. AM. THE. MAN. I am Pub Fiction’s trainer extraordinaire. Ask around, it’s a known fact,” he deadpans, and I laugh at him. “Hey, I’ll have you know, Braunnie, you’ve been graced with the presence of serving and bartending royalty. There’s no need to worry, I will teach you all you need to know. And all within your four-hour training shift.” I look at him skeptically. “Yeah, Braunnie, you and I are gonna be great together.”
I laugh at this nickname and he gives my head a condescending little pat, before he proceeds to show me where to find everything I may ever need, true to his word.
Luke is clearly a joker, and I’m already drawn to his personality. I could definitely see adding him to my new list of friends in the very near future. For now, the butterflies have subsided and I’m even starting to feel a bit relaxed. And, above all, excited to start work.
Chapter 10
Levi
I hear laughter coming from the storage room and I have to go shut it down. It’s not that I don’t allow fun, but that particular giggling sound is doing shit to my cock and I can’t take it anymore. I assume it’s Braun laughing with dickhead Luke, and the thought pisses me off. Seriously, hearing her voice the other day over the phone nearly killed me. I swear I walked around the rest of the night with a hard as steel dick and her sweet voice telling me “Yes! Oh, God, yes!” on repeat.
What the actual fuck is this chick doing to me?
I approach the storage room. Fuck it. I want to make those beautiful eyes of hers shine. I noticed their colour, so unique it’s as if you’re looking through a glass of whiskey on a warm summer’s night. I’ll be damned if I don’t want to be the guy responsible for her sexy pouty lips expelling those giggles. Maybe even the only guy. I’ve got no fucking clue why, but I know for certain that I want this time with her. To be the one showing her stuff, getting to know her that bit more. But I never train anyone anymore, and Luke knows it. Shit. I stand outside the door torturing myself while listening to that laugh again. Jesus, I need to get a piece tonight. Deciding I can’t take it anymore, I walk away before I make an ass of myself by getting caught lurking like a creepy pervert, or worse, giving Luke ammunition to bust my balls.
I don’t need this right now. And I don’t have the time, anyway.
“Boss. Hey, boss,” I hear Luke’s voice suddenly calling when I’m halfway back to my office.
“Hey, brother, what’s up?” I ask turning toward him, noticing the stressed look on his face. “You okay, man?”
“Fuck, no. I gotta go, my sister just called, she’s in hysterics. Trent’s been in an accident and everyone’s meeting at the hospital.” He’s talking so fast. “I guess my folks are already there. Mel needs me to pick her up on my way.” He runs his hand through his hair, he’s clearly panicking, and I feel for him immediately.
“Of course. You need me to drive you?”
“No, thanks, though. I’m okay. Just a bit in shock, is
“Right. Lock the door,” I repeat.
“Yeah, we had a bit of a problem when Levi’s brother, Ryker, worked here. He always seemed to forget to knock, especially when his now-girlfriend, Kat, would be changing in here. Ever since ‘Rykergate’, we’ve had a lock. The last thing Levi needs is for someone to get pissed off at being unwillingly seen all naked and shit. It’s good thing Kat was so into our boy. Man, those two took forever to hook up; we all knew it was bound to happen, it just took them a while to get on the same page…” he trails off, and shows me which locker will be mine.
“As you know,” Luke begins, as we head toward the storage room, “I’m the lucky SOB who gets to train your cute self today, eh? And you should know that you are also lucky ’cause I. AM. THE. MAN. I am Pub Fiction’s trainer extraordinaire. Ask around, it’s a known fact,” he deadpans, and I laugh at him. “Hey, I’ll have you know, Braunnie, you’ve been graced with the presence of serving and bartending royalty. There’s no need to worry, I will teach you all you need to know. And all within your four-hour training shift.” I look at him skeptically. “Yeah, Braunnie, you and I are gonna be great together.”
I laugh at this nickname and he gives my head a condescending little pat, before he proceeds to show me where to find everything I may ever need, true to his word.
Luke is clearly a joker, and I’m already drawn to his personality. I could definitely see adding him to my new list of friends in the very near future. For now, the butterflies have subsided and I’m even starting to feel a bit relaxed. And, above all, excited to start work.
Chapter 10
Levi
I hear laughter coming from the storage room and I have to go shut it down. It’s not that I don’t allow fun, but that particular giggling sound is doing shit to my cock and I can’t take it anymore. I assume it’s Braun laughing with dickhead Luke, and the thought pisses me off. Seriously, hearing her voice the other day over the phone nearly killed me. I swear I walked around the rest of the night with a hard as steel dick and her sweet voice telling me “Yes! Oh, God, yes!” on repeat.
What the actual fuck is this chick doing to me?
I approach the storage room. Fuck it. I want to make those beautiful eyes of hers shine. I noticed their colour, so unique it’s as if you’re looking through a glass of whiskey on a warm summer’s night. I’ll be damned if I don’t want to be the guy responsible for her sexy pouty lips expelling those giggles. Maybe even the only guy. I’ve got no fucking clue why, but I know for certain that I want this time with her. To be the one showing her stuff, getting to know her that bit more. But I never train anyone anymore, and Luke knows it. Shit. I stand outside the door torturing myself while listening to that laugh again. Jesus, I need to get a piece tonight. Deciding I can’t take it anymore, I walk away before I make an ass of myself by getting caught lurking like a creepy pervert, or worse, giving Luke ammunition to bust my balls.
I don’t need this right now. And I don’t have the time, anyway.
“Boss. Hey, boss,” I hear Luke’s voice suddenly calling when I’m halfway back to my office.
“Hey, brother, what’s up?” I ask turning toward him, noticing the stressed look on his face. “You okay, man?”
“Fuck, no. I gotta go, my sister just called, she’s in hysterics. Trent’s been in an accident and everyone’s meeting at the hospital.” He’s talking so fast. “I guess my folks are already there. Mel needs me to pick her up on my way.” He runs his hand through his hair, he’s clearly panicking, and I feel for him immediately.
“Of course. You need me to drive you?”
“No, thanks, though. I’m okay. Just a bit in shock, is
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