handsome, so damn beautiful.
“Stop drooling,” Juliet said as she jumped up on a barstool. “You’re being too obvious.”
“It’s too damn hard. I can’t stop staring at him. Gosh, why is he so gorgeous?”
“Pssh. Hot guys are a dime a dozen.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“So forget about Kyle.”
“How did I know that was coming?” she asked.
“Because you know me too well.”
“It’s more than looks with him, Alexis. He might be a bit of a man-whore, but he really is a beautiful person, inside and out.”
“I’m gonna find you a real guy,” I promised, “someone you can actually be with in more than a friend capacity.”
“Well, just so you know, I took your advice and went out on a date last night with some guy from my English class.”
“And?”
“If it had been a midterm, he would have gotten an F. He just…didn’t get me.”
My gaze narrowed. “The way Kyle gets you?”
She smiled. “Yeah.”
I threw a bar towel at her. “You’re hopeless!”
“And so are you,” she said, nodding her head in Art’s direction. “Now where are my peanuts?”
“You ate the entire bowl?”
“I’m starving.”
“You’re lucky we’re best friends,” I said, refilling the dish.
“Gee. I’m so glad at least one person who loves me is willing to hand over the nuts. We all know Kyle isn’t.”
“Ew! Shut up!” I said, laughing.
“I’m gonna put on some tunes,” she said, walking to the jukebox.
I felt a strange breeze blow against the side of my head, and I reached up to feel my earlobe, only to discover that one of my earrings was gone. “Crap!” I shouted, then started looking around on the floor.
“What’s wrong?” Art asked.
I frantically glanced down. “I just lost my earring.”
“What does it look like?”
I lifted the hair off my other ear. “Like this.”
“Blue gem? Got it.”
I started crawling around on my hands and knees, desperate to find the earring from my grandmother. Art did the same, and we scoured the area, both thankful that he’d done such a thorough job with the mopping. When I lifted my head, I found myself mere inches from his lips. He held my gaze as I bit the corner of my lip and looked down.
“Oh! There it is,” I said. “Thank goodness.”
He stood and reached out his hand to help me up. “Glad you found it.”
“Thanks for your help,” I said as he pulled me to my feet with his strong arm.
He grinned. “Anytime.”
Suddenly, I found myself lost in those pretty brown eyes of his, and I nearly lost my breath.
Debbie waved her hand in front of Art’s face. “Earth to Art. We’ve got customers, and I could use some help here.”
“Oh. Sorry. I’m coming.”
“Not yet,” I whispered under my breath.
He smiled, then hurried off to fill more drink orders.
***
The next night, I was running my butt off, on one of our craziest nights ever. As I filled a pitcher of beer, I watched how efficient Art was, expertly making five drinks at once. It was a complete turn-on to see him at the top of his game; I’d seen that old eighties movie, Cocktail, and Tom Cruise had nothing on my Art. He was happy, smiling, and so friendly to everyone, so damn charismatic. I was jealous of the dark denim of his jeans, hugging his ass perfectly, and the white t-shirt that stretched over his powerful shoulders and chest. Girls flirted with him at the bar, telling him over and over how hot he was and offering him generous tips along with their flirtations giggles. One even wrote her phone number right across Andrew Jackson’s face. I knew any one of them would fuck him in a heartbeat. Art just smiled and carried on like a true professional. He was a hard worker, not lazy like the bartenders we’d hired in the past.
Every time he talked to me, he was all touchy-feely. He was always finding excuses to touch me. I found it cute, and I’d never felt so desired by a hot guy. I was all smiley and giggly when he talked to me, like we were in
“Stop drooling,” Juliet said as she jumped up on a barstool. “You’re being too obvious.”
“It’s too damn hard. I can’t stop staring at him. Gosh, why is he so gorgeous?”
“Pssh. Hot guys are a dime a dozen.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“So forget about Kyle.”
“How did I know that was coming?” she asked.
“Because you know me too well.”
“It’s more than looks with him, Alexis. He might be a bit of a man-whore, but he really is a beautiful person, inside and out.”
“I’m gonna find you a real guy,” I promised, “someone you can actually be with in more than a friend capacity.”
“Well, just so you know, I took your advice and went out on a date last night with some guy from my English class.”
“And?”
“If it had been a midterm, he would have gotten an F. He just…didn’t get me.”
My gaze narrowed. “The way Kyle gets you?”
She smiled. “Yeah.”
I threw a bar towel at her. “You’re hopeless!”
“And so are you,” she said, nodding her head in Art’s direction. “Now where are my peanuts?”
“You ate the entire bowl?”
“I’m starving.”
“You’re lucky we’re best friends,” I said, refilling the dish.
“Gee. I’m so glad at least one person who loves me is willing to hand over the nuts. We all know Kyle isn’t.”
“Ew! Shut up!” I said, laughing.
“I’m gonna put on some tunes,” she said, walking to the jukebox.
I felt a strange breeze blow against the side of my head, and I reached up to feel my earlobe, only to discover that one of my earrings was gone. “Crap!” I shouted, then started looking around on the floor.
“What’s wrong?” Art asked.
I frantically glanced down. “I just lost my earring.”
“What does it look like?”
I lifted the hair off my other ear. “Like this.”
“Blue gem? Got it.”
I started crawling around on my hands and knees, desperate to find the earring from my grandmother. Art did the same, and we scoured the area, both thankful that he’d done such a thorough job with the mopping. When I lifted my head, I found myself mere inches from his lips. He held my gaze as I bit the corner of my lip and looked down.
“Oh! There it is,” I said. “Thank goodness.”
He stood and reached out his hand to help me up. “Glad you found it.”
“Thanks for your help,” I said as he pulled me to my feet with his strong arm.
He grinned. “Anytime.”
Suddenly, I found myself lost in those pretty brown eyes of his, and I nearly lost my breath.
Debbie waved her hand in front of Art’s face. “Earth to Art. We’ve got customers, and I could use some help here.”
“Oh. Sorry. I’m coming.”
“Not yet,” I whispered under my breath.
He smiled, then hurried off to fill more drink orders.
***
The next night, I was running my butt off, on one of our craziest nights ever. As I filled a pitcher of beer, I watched how efficient Art was, expertly making five drinks at once. It was a complete turn-on to see him at the top of his game; I’d seen that old eighties movie, Cocktail, and Tom Cruise had nothing on my Art. He was happy, smiling, and so friendly to everyone, so damn charismatic. I was jealous of the dark denim of his jeans, hugging his ass perfectly, and the white t-shirt that stretched over his powerful shoulders and chest. Girls flirted with him at the bar, telling him over and over how hot he was and offering him generous tips along with their flirtations giggles. One even wrote her phone number right across Andrew Jackson’s face. I knew any one of them would fuck him in a heartbeat. Art just smiled and carried on like a true professional. He was a hard worker, not lazy like the bartenders we’d hired in the past.
Every time he talked to me, he was all touchy-feely. He was always finding excuses to touch me. I found it cute, and I’d never felt so desired by a hot guy. I was all smiley and giggly when he talked to me, like we were in
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