Authors: Isabelle Rae
I was actually having a lot of fun; the guys were flirting
with me like crazy. I refused to serve people unless they were singing and
dancing, so people were having a lot of fun waiting to be served, which made
Will laugh. I’d been told to keep the change loads of times and had about forty
bucks tucked in a glass under the bar. Not that I could keep it though, it
should be Will’s really. I didn’t get a chance to speak to Will much because it
was too busy, but I brushed past him a few times, sending him flirtatious
smiles. I was trying not to though; he was too old for me and probably thought
I was twenty-one instead of seventeen, so I certainly shouldn’t be lusting
after him like I was.
After about half an hour the rush started to slow down
because the happy hour finished. Will came over and stood next to me. “Thanks
for this, I really appreciate your help,” he said, handing me a glass which
contained a white creamy looking drink.
“What’s that?” I frowned at it. It didn’t look too
appealing.
He grinned. “It’s called a Screaming Orgasm. I thought I’d
give you one as a thanks,” he stated, smirking at me.
I blushed like crazy and giggled. “It’s not called that.”
“It is. You’ve never had one?” he asked, raising his
eyebrows innocently, even though his smirk clearly showed there was nothing
innocent about it at all.
Okay, well I guess I can flirt with him, that’s harmless
after all
. “A screaming one?” I asked, narrowing my eyes, pretending to
think. “No actually I don’t think I have, you’ll be giving me my first,” I
stated, trying not to blush when I said it.
“Well then I’m honoured.” He flicked me on the nose as he
walked off to serve someone else. I took a hefty swig of the drink and almost
gagged; it was disgusting and had so much alcohol in it that it burnt my
throat. “You don’t like it?” he asked, faking hurt.
“Sorry, I guess you have too much confidence in your
ability,” I replied, handing it back to him, still wincing as I rubbed my mouth
with the back of my hand.
He laughed and knocked the drink back as he leant against
the bar, watching me. Taio Cruz; Dynamite, started, and I squealed excitedly.
“I love this song!” I chirped, dancing and singing along with the lyrics.
He just watched me with an amused smile on his face. “Wow,
you’re a terrible singer.” He laughed.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards
me. “Dance with me, payback seeing as the orgasm you gave me was a let-down,” I
teased.
He laughed and put his hands on my hips, pulling me closer
to him as we started to dance. I put one hand on his hard chest as we were
grinding against each other, making my whole body burn and tingle with need.
Damn,
he is so hot.
My breathing was coming out in pants. I desperately wanted
him to kiss me even though I was clearly too young for him.
“I get off in another hour when the other two staff get
here, how about I buy you a drink or some food as a real thanks,” he suggested,
brushing my hair away from my face with his fingertips.
I didn’t want to drink anymore, but I was actually quite
hungry and could really go for a pizza or something right about now. “I am
quite hungry,” I admitted, biting my lip, thinking.
I really shouldn’t go
with him, I don’t even know the guy, I shouldn’t go off with him, I should just
stay with my friends...
“Great.” He smiled a dazzling smile, his eyes twinkling. I desperately
wished they would turn up the lights so I could see the colour of them, they
must be blue or green, they were too light for brown, definitely.
Just then a man wearing a black T-shirt the same as Will’s,
lifted one side of the bar and walked in, looking at me shocked. “What the hell
are you doing letting a customer back here?” he asked, shaking his head, but
smirking at Will. He obviously thought we were getting it on or something.
“Chloe was helping with the happy hour rush,” Will
explained, shrugging easily, his eyes not leaving mine. “So, can I get your
number so I can give you a call when I’m done?” he asked, looking at me
hopefully as he pulled out his cell phone, holding it out to me. I nodded and
punched in my number excitedly. “I’ll be about an hour then,” he said, leading
me over to the gap in the bar. Just as I was about to walk off he caught my
hand, making me stop. “Wait, I forgot to give you something.” He stepped closer
to me, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
I looked at him curiously.
What have I forgotten?
He bent his head quickly and kissed me lightly, just for a
second. His soft lips seemed to match mine perfectly. I was actually too
shocked to kiss him back. When he pulled away he was smirking at me, so
obviously I looked a little shocked. My whole body was screaming for more and I
wanted to grab him and rip his clothes off and have him take me in the middle
of the bar.
“Er… right… well… I’ll… um… yeah,” I stuttered, feeling a
blush creep up onto my face again.
He flicked my nose again. “You honestly are too cute.” He
laughed and turned back to the bar, closing it behind him and walking off
without a second glance at me. I sighed happily and made my way over to my
friends who were still dancing. I spotted Amy’s back, she was making out with
some random guy. I rolled my eyes and went to my other two friends, Emily and
Catherine.
“Where were you? Amy said you were helping behind the bar?”
Emily asked, looking confused, as if she thought maybe Amy was drunk or
something.
“Yeah I was, they were short staffed,” I confirmed, nodding.
“And now I have a plans with an extremely hot bartender in an hour,” I added,
waggling my eyebrows.
Emily and Catherine laughed. “You’re such a slut,” Emily
teased.
“I know,” I joked. That wasn’t true though, we both knew it.
I’d only dated two guys before, and both of those had been serious boyfriends.
Well, at the time they were serious anyway, but they didn’t work out. I’d split
up with my boyfriend of six months, Nick, at the beginning of the summer and hadn’t
even had a date since then because I just wasn’t interested in anyone.
As we danced and I told them every single detail about Will,
the kiss, and the flirting. After a little while my phone rang in my little
clutch purse. I answered it nervously, knowing it must be him because it was an
unknown number.
“Hey, Chloe, I’m now finished. Do you still want to go and
get something to eat?” he asked.
“Yeah okay,” I agreed, swallowing my nervous excitement.
“I’ll meet you by the front door then.”
“Okay.” I turned to my friends. Amy was practically jumping
up and down with excitement, she was probably thinking of all the gossip she
would get tomorrow. “Right guys, if I get killed then tell my parents that I
love them, and you guys can fight over my iPod,” I teased.
Amy pulled me into a hug. “Make sure you tell him that we
know you’re with him, then he won’t try anything. Tell him that we know he was
the last one you were with, and we’ll be able to tell the cops if he murders
you. Promise me you’ll tell him,” she said, looking at me seriously.
Wow, maybe this isn’t such a brilliant idea at all.
“Um, Amy, please don’t say things like that, you’re scaring me.”
Maybe I
should call him and tell him I’ve changed my mind or something.
She giggled drunkenly. “Just go. You said he was hot. All I saw
was the ass and that was scrumptious,” she instructed, giving me a little push
in the direction of the door. “Call me or text me when you get home so I know
you’re safe. And tell him what I said!” she ordered, sounding like a mother hen
even though she was drunk.
“I will, and you guys be safe too.” I blew them all air
kisses as I made my way to the exit.
He was standing there leaning against the wall casually; he
looked so handsome it made my heart speed up. “Hey, you have a jacket?” he
asked, nodding at the coat desk. I shook my head in answer. We came here in a
cab so I hadn’t even thought about a jacket earlier, maybe I should have done,
it was almost midnight now and looked quite windy outside. “Here, you can have
my sweater,” he offered, putting a blue hoodie in my hands.
“But then you’ll be cold,” I protested, shaking my head and
pushing it back to him. He took it out of my hands and rolled his eyes,
fiddling with it. Suddenly he pulled it down over my head. It smelt amazing,
just like he did. I smiled and slipped my arms through the sleeves. He laughed.
“It’s a little big, maybe you’ll grow into it,” he teased. I
pushed the sleeves up, and he nodded towards the door signalling for us to
leave.
I grabbed his hand making him stop. “Wait, my friends made
me promise that I would tell you something,” I mumbled, slightly embarrassed.
He looked at me curiously, waiting for me to say it. “They know I’m with you,
and if you murder me that they’ll tell the cops you were the last one to see
me,” I rushed out, blushing at how stupid that sounded.
Damn it, Amy, I just
made myself look like an idiot.
He burst out laughing and pulled me towards the door again.
“I’ll try my best not to murder you then. I wouldn’t want to be in trouble with
the cops,” he replied with mock horror. I giggled, chewing on my lip.
He pulled me over to a silver jeep; I had no idea about cars
so I didn’t know what type it was. He pressed his keys, unlocking the car. As
soon as the door mechanism clicked, he opened my door for me. I looked in and
laughed. There was trash everywhere, all in the footwell and all over the seat.
Newspapers, candy wrappers, empty soda cans just scattered around carelessly.
“Oh shit, er, I should have cleaned the car out then called
you. Whoops,” he muttered, grinning sheepishly as he grabbed all of the clutter
and threw it into the back seat.
“Thanks.” I smirked at him as I got in. I watched him walk
round the car, noticing the muscles in his arms, and how the wind blew the T-shirt
against his chest showing how flat it was.
I bet he would look incredible
shirtless.
He climbed in interrupting my ogling. “So, what do you like
to eat?” he asked, starting the car.
“I don’t care. Whatever you want. I eat anything.” I
shrugged, unconcerned.
“Pizza?” he suggested. I grinned and nodded, I was secretly
hoping for that.
He smiled and drove down the road, pulling up outside a
little late night pizza place not too far away. I climbed out and walked to his
side. As we passed a group of guys that were sitting around, laughing loudly
and genuinely being rowdy, he pulled me somewhat closer to him.
Damn, he’s
sweet.
“Any preference?” he asked as we looked over the menu board.
“Anything without anchovies, I’m allergic.”
“Pepperoni?” he suggested, rubbing his hand up and down my
back lightly, making me shiver. I nodded, biting my lip, trying not to show him
his casual touch was affecting me.
He ordered the food and bought us two cans of Coke. There
was a little plastic table and chairs off to one side so we sat down to wait. I
looked up at him and saw his eyes properly for the first time. They were
beautiful. A light grey colour with a slight hint of blue, they were
captivating, and I couldn’t look away. My whole body started to tingle. I
couldn’t sit still. He smirked at me and looked down at his drink, releasing me
from his intense gaze and those beautiful eyes. I breathed a sigh of relief.
“So, have you done bar work before? You seemed to know what
you were doing,” he asked, leaning in over the table.
“My uncle has a bar. I’ve been behind one a few times, but
I’ve never actually served until tonight.” I shrugged.
“You make a decent bartender, the customers liked you. Oh,
by the way, I grabbed your tips for you.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out
a handful of money and offering it to me.
“I don’t want it, you keep it, it’s your job not mine,” I
refused, shaking my head.
“Chloe, you earned it, you get to keep your tips. You made
like fifty-two dollars in just under an hour, imagine how much you would earn
working all night.” He raised his eyebrows, looking impressed.
“Yeah, maybe you should get me a job there then,” I joked.
“I can put in a good word if you’re serious,” he offered,
flicking his head to the side so his hair moved out of his eyes.
I laughed and shook my head. “I don’t think I could stand
that every weekend. It must get boring, I bet?” I asked curiously. It had been
fun tonight, but doing that all the time would get a little tedious, watching
everyone around you get drunk while you’re working would get a little annoying
after a while.
“Yeah having girls throw themselves at you all the time
definitely gets irritating after a little while,” he said, laughing.
Oh
right, I get it, he’s a player and uses the bar to meet girls. Nice one, Chloe,
you just got picked up as his easy lay for the night.
“Yeah, I would imagine it would,” I muttered sarcastically.
I was annoyed at myself for even thinking any different.
What the heck would
a guy like him see in me anyway? Why on earth did I agree to this? He thinks
I’m the kind of girl to put out on a one night stand. Great, just great.
“Yeah, you only had an hour of the guys drooling over you,
imagine if you had that every weekend for the last year,” he stated, turning
his nose up.
Wait, was he actually being serious when he said it gets
irritating? Oh crap, now I’m just confused.
Luckily the pizza came over then, so that interrupted our
conversation. “We’re now closing, guys,” the man said, plopping the box down on
the table.
“Oh, I thought we could eat in,” Will replied, looking at
him confused.
“Usually yeah, but I need to get home early. There’s a sign
on the door.” The guy nodded at the piece of paper taped to the inside of the
door.