On the Rocks (Pub Fiction Book 2) by Gillian Jones Page A

all.”
    “Okay, get outta here then. Keep me posted,” I say, slapping his back as he heads to the staffroom to get his stuff. “And take all the time you need. I got it all covered. Call if you guys need anything,” I shout as he heads through the door.
    “Thanks, boss, appreciate it. Oh, and please tell Braunnie I’m sorry I had to leave and that I’ll see her soon.”
    “ Braunnie”? What the fuck is that? I want to say, but I don’t. I know it’s harmless. Luke is a complete flirt and it’s not like I’m that interested in her. Regardless, it still pisses me off to hear him calling her that.
    “Will do,” I call back instead, and head to the storage room to see Braunwyn. I guess I will be getting some time with her after all.
    *
    You have got to be fucking kidding me.
    Standing in the doorway, I stare, utterly transfixed by the sight before me. Braunwyn is on her haunches beside a liquor crate where she is clearly taking inventory, counting to be sure the numbers match. She is a sight to behold, a clipboard resting on her knee along with a pen nestled between her luscious lips. Fuck me, she’s something. My eyes migrate to the swell of her perky tits. Braun’s teasing me and she doesn’t even know it. This girl . Luscious mounds of what I imagine to be perfection are sneaking a peek over the trim on her black tank top. And I swear they look like they want me as much as I need them. Christ, I need to get laid.
    After gawking like the asshole I am, I adjust myself before entering, gearing up to share the same space as this girl I know jack shit about. I vow to change that right now.
    “Ahem,” I say so she knows she’s not alone anymore.
    Removing the pen from her lips, she takes me in from head to toe. I’m not even sure she realizes she’s doing it, but I’ll be damned if the thought that she might like what she sees doesn’t make me giddy as fuck.
    With flushed cheeks, she greets me with that voice of hers, the one that sticks with me even in its wake. “Oh, Levi. Hi,” she says, a huge smile overtaking her pretty face, and making my whole fucking day. “Is everything okay with Luke? He looked upset on the phone.”
    I move in closer to her, pulling up a crate to take a seat in front of her before explaining what happened. I run my hand over my face, I’m worried about Trent, he and Luke are tight. Hell, his whole family is close, just like Ryk, my mom and me. “His brother was in a motorcycle accident, so he had to leave. I told him to just go. Family is more important than anything; this place, she’ll be here when things are settled.” I look at her, needing her without even realizing it. Just sitting here with her, I feel the worry fleeing.
    “Oh, that’s terrible, I hope his brother is okay,” she says, looking at me intently with an unspoken understanding. We sit in silence for what feels like minutes before she awkwardly averts her eyes to look elsewhere, anywhere. “Ah, well, I can go, it’s not a big deal. My schedule is pretty open, so just call me and let me know when I should come back. You should go to the hospital too, I can tell you’re worried.” And before I know it, she’s standing right in front of me, her pussy now at my eye level. I take a deep swallow before allowing my eyes to trace up her lithe body to meet those stunning eyes of hers head on. Fuck me, this girl is something else.
    Deciding I better stand before I take her down to the floor and have my way with her, I jump up to my feet. A lone crate separates us.
    “No, stay,” I tell her. It comes out as a grunt, causing me to cringe at my tone.
    She raises her eyebrows and I can feel the tension in my body dissipate. “Come on, Scrappy, I’ll train ya,” I say, smiling at the mix of what looks to be relief and happiness crossing her face.
    “But Luke told me you didn’t train anyone anymore?” Braun lets out faster than she can cover up. And, like the ass I am, I relish the idea that she is