On the Rocks (Pub Fiction Book 2) by Gillian Jones Page B
Authors: Gillian Jones
Tags: Fiction
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curious about me, has even talked about me.
“Have you been asking about me, Scrappy?” I ask “What all do you wanna know, sweetheart?” I ask, more seriously than intended. Fuck, for some reason I feel like I might just tell this girl anything. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Deciding I need to get us back on track before I allow things to get out of hand like I want them to, I head toward the crates of liquor.
“Follow me,” I say, picking up three cases of liquor bottles from the floor. “Let’s head up to the bar and I’ll show you how to safely stack the bottles along the top shelves.”
“Sounds good. Need me to bring a box?” she asks.
“If you think you can, that would be great. If not I can come back.” I laugh at the look she gives me. The one where I see the smoke coming from her ears at a slow simmer.
“I may be a woman, Levi, but I am neither weak nor idle,” she says placing her hands on her curvy hips. Hips I want to grip as they grind down on me. “I can carry a crate of bottles, thank you very much,” Braun mutters, as she bends to lift her own case.
“Easy Scrappy. I wasn’t implying that at all, but seeing as you’re all ‘I am woman, hear me roar’, you might as well hit the lights while I hold the door open for us. Think you can handle that, superstar?” I tease as she huffs past me, giving me a little “grrrr” sound as she passes and flicks off the lights. I keep a close watch on her as she leads the way to the bar, those curvy hips and her sexy tight ass swaying with each step. I can’t look away.
Fuck me.
Chapter 11
Braunwyn
I snuggle closer to Emme as she sleeps in my bed beside me.
When I came home this afternoon after my training shift, she was so happy to see me. Grams assured me, though, that they’d had a great day and that Emmerson only asked once where I was when I was gone. For which I was relieved. I hate to leave her during the day, so in an effort to try and make it up to her we went to the park before dinner and ended the night with yet another screening of “Despicable Me”. I know it’s not the same as me being here with her all day, but we both love the quality time, just us together, no matter when it happens. God, I love this kid.
But I must admit, that as I lay listening to my daughter’s breathing, all I can think about is Levi. Everything. Everything, I think, in silent response to his earlier question. I want to know everything about this intense man. When he first came into the storage room this afternoon I thought he was pissed off at me, but that feeling soon changed as he called me Scrappy and told me he’d gladly train me. I can’t seem to get him off my mind tonight. His passion for his pub is awe inspiring, from the employee incentives, camaraderie amongst the staff, and the charity work Pub Fiction sponsors, all topped off by the gleam in his eye when he talked about it. It’s clear that Levi Eddison is an amazing man.
To work for, that is. I mean he will be an amazing boss.
Like taking me for lunch today. That was such a nice thing to do.
I had just finished placing the last bottle of vodka up on the shelf when I heard Levi doing some more of this muttering thing I’ve noticed he does. This time it was something about longer shirts and never stocking the shelves during bar hours.
As I stepped back down and righted my clothes, which had shifted a bit, I caught his gaze. It landed on a piece of skin at my side that was still exposed. I tugged my shirt down and asked, “Okay, so what’s next, Boss Man?”
“I think we need a break. Yeah, it’s time for lunch, Braunwyn. Uh, let me take you to the diner across the street, they make the best burgers in town. We can eat and I can tell you all about myself, ’cause I know you’ve been asking about me.” He winked and of course I blushed, since he was still teasing me about that. “Then we’ll come back I’ll show you how to use the Point of Sale System.”
“I
“Have you been asking about me, Scrappy?” I ask “What all do you wanna know, sweetheart?” I ask, more seriously than intended. Fuck, for some reason I feel like I might just tell this girl anything. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Deciding I need to get us back on track before I allow things to get out of hand like I want them to, I head toward the crates of liquor.
“Follow me,” I say, picking up three cases of liquor bottles from the floor. “Let’s head up to the bar and I’ll show you how to safely stack the bottles along the top shelves.”
“Sounds good. Need me to bring a box?” she asks.
“If you think you can, that would be great. If not I can come back.” I laugh at the look she gives me. The one where I see the smoke coming from her ears at a slow simmer.
“I may be a woman, Levi, but I am neither weak nor idle,” she says placing her hands on her curvy hips. Hips I want to grip as they grind down on me. “I can carry a crate of bottles, thank you very much,” Braun mutters, as she bends to lift her own case.
“Easy Scrappy. I wasn’t implying that at all, but seeing as you’re all ‘I am woman, hear me roar’, you might as well hit the lights while I hold the door open for us. Think you can handle that, superstar?” I tease as she huffs past me, giving me a little “grrrr” sound as she passes and flicks off the lights. I keep a close watch on her as she leads the way to the bar, those curvy hips and her sexy tight ass swaying with each step. I can’t look away.
Fuck me.
Chapter 11
Braunwyn
I snuggle closer to Emme as she sleeps in my bed beside me.
When I came home this afternoon after my training shift, she was so happy to see me. Grams assured me, though, that they’d had a great day and that Emmerson only asked once where I was when I was gone. For which I was relieved. I hate to leave her during the day, so in an effort to try and make it up to her we went to the park before dinner and ended the night with yet another screening of “Despicable Me”. I know it’s not the same as me being here with her all day, but we both love the quality time, just us together, no matter when it happens. God, I love this kid.
But I must admit, that as I lay listening to my daughter’s breathing, all I can think about is Levi. Everything. Everything, I think, in silent response to his earlier question. I want to know everything about this intense man. When he first came into the storage room this afternoon I thought he was pissed off at me, but that feeling soon changed as he called me Scrappy and told me he’d gladly train me. I can’t seem to get him off my mind tonight. His passion for his pub is awe inspiring, from the employee incentives, camaraderie amongst the staff, and the charity work Pub Fiction sponsors, all topped off by the gleam in his eye when he talked about it. It’s clear that Levi Eddison is an amazing man.
To work for, that is. I mean he will be an amazing boss.
Like taking me for lunch today. That was such a nice thing to do.
I had just finished placing the last bottle of vodka up on the shelf when I heard Levi doing some more of this muttering thing I’ve noticed he does. This time it was something about longer shirts and never stocking the shelves during bar hours.
As I stepped back down and righted my clothes, which had shifted a bit, I caught his gaze. It landed on a piece of skin at my side that was still exposed. I tugged my shirt down and asked, “Okay, so what’s next, Boss Man?”
“I think we need a break. Yeah, it’s time for lunch, Braunwyn. Uh, let me take you to the diner across the street, they make the best burgers in town. We can eat and I can tell you all about myself, ’cause I know you’ve been asking about me.” He winked and of course I blushed, since he was still teasing me about that. “Then we’ll come back I’ll show you how to use the Point of Sale System.”
“I
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