Bad Rep
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Hell, I was as bad as Jaz. Maybe worse.
Jordan clicked his tongue ring over his teeth. “Nah. You'll be fine. There's no way you could suck at anything you tried to do,” he commented, looking at me intensely. I raised my eyebrow.
“How would you possibly know that? You don't even know me.” I remarked archly. Jordan rubbed the back of his neck and I could see the dark curves of his tattoo. I wondered what it was. Then I thought about taking his shirt off to get a better look.
Then I thought about taking his pants off and rubbing my tongue down his...
Christ, get your mind out of the gutter! I told myself harshly. “I can just tell. Call it a hunch,” Jordan answered, pulling my thoughts away from the X-rated turn they had taken. Riley snorted and she elbowed my side discreetly under the table.
Jordan blinked, seeming a bit surprised by his forwardness and pulled his feet under the table, sitting up. “Well, sorry to leave you lovely ladies, but I have to get behind the bar and do my inventory. It's my first night on as a bartender. Can't give Moore a reason to fire my ass.” He scooted out of the booth and stood at my elbow.
I looked up at him and gave him a small smile. “Well, thanks for training us,” I said lamely. Why couldn't I think of something clever and witty to say? I hated to admit that Jordan made me tongue tied. Since when do boys make me tongue tied?
Jordan squeezed my shoulder and I swore his fingers lingered there. “If you need anything, come find me. You know where I'll be.” His mouth quirked up into a grin as he jerked his thumb in the direction of the bar. My mouth quirked up as well as I grinned back.
“Yeah, you can't hide, I know where you work,” I joked and wanted to slap myself in the forehead. I sounded like an idiot. Ugh!
Jordan just laughed and looked at Riley. “Same goes for you too, Riley,” he added. Riley gave him a knowing look.
“Yeah, sure,” she said, looking between the two of us. Jordan cleared his throat.
“Okay, well then. See ya later,” he looked at me one last time and then headed off toward the bar.
“Good god, the sexual tension is giving me hives,” Riley griped. I pulled on her ponytail.
“Will you just shut up already,” I sighed, looking over at the bar. As though he could sense me staring at him, Jordan looked up from wiping down the counter. I quickly looked down at the paper in front of me, knowing that if people could die from embarrassment, someone had better start digging my grave.
Chapter Three
I tried to finish up the paper work but it was difficult considering I could feel eyes burning into my skin. But I was proud of myself that not once did I look up to watch him. Not once did I cave to the masochistic need to ogle his fine ass. Nope, I played non-nonchalant. Someone give me a friggin Oscar, because that kind of acting deserves some sort of award.
“You Maysie?” a gruff voice barked from beside me. I looked up, startled. A petite girl, not much older than me stood beside the booth, hands on her hips, looking annoyed.
“Uh, yeah?” I said more as a question than a statement. Something about this girl's vibe completely intimidated me and I wasn't even sure of my name at that point.
“You need to follow me. I'm not gonna be slowed down because of you and if my tips suck, I will kick your ass. Do we understand each other?” Ah. This must be the delightful Evian. I looked at Riley who was biting down on her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing.
I gave her a look of death and slid out of the seat, following Evian the Terrible into the kitchen, where she clocked in. Evian clearly had a case of little man syndrome. She was tiny. Like seriously tiny. The top of her head came up to my chin and I wasn't an Amazon woman by any stretch. Her dark brown hair was styled in a pixie cut and her arms were covered in tattoos. All in all she was one bad ass mama. And not someone I wanted to piss off.
“Hey Ev. Get over here and let me see those fine tits of yours!” Pocco called from the back. Evian whipped around and pointed her finger in his direction.
“You so much as look at my boobs, Pocco, and I will gnaw off your testicles and have them for dinner,” she growled. I swallowed audibly. This chick was scary. Pocco only laughed.
“Ah, chica. You know you want to ride Pocco's bone coaster.” Evian looked like she was about to go over there and carry through on her threat but was distracted by Moore calling to us from his office.
Thank god. I didn't want to see Evian gnawing anything off of anyone's body. I shuddered. Moore gave Evian the run down. I was to shadow her this evening. Evian was to let me watch for a while then let me handle a few tables on my own. We were to split the tips 50/50. Evian looked like she wanted to spit nails.
I gave Moore a weak smile and followed a thunderous Evian back out into the restaurant. She was mumbling under her breath and then came up short. Her tiny face was dark. “If you think I'm splitting my tips with you, you're f**king mental.” Okay, well so much for any cash ending up in my pockets tonight. I knew better than to argue with Evian. I wanted to keep my appendages, thank you very much.
Evian stormed off and I leaned against the bar, already exhausted and the night had just begun. “Don't let her bully you.” Jordan appeared at my shoulder and leaned in, his elbows propped on the counter. I tightened my ponytail and straightened my shirt.
“Easy for you to say. That chick is gonna eat me alive,” I groaned, sitting on a stool and laying my head down on the bar.
Jordan rubbed my shoulder and I tried not to tremble as he touched me. I looked up at him and he gave me a smirk as though he knew the affect he had on me. He leaned in closer and dropped his voice to a whisper. “Well, just so you know. Evian has her boyfriend dress up in her bra and panties and likes to whip him with a riding crop.”
Jordan clicked his tongue ring over his teeth. “Nah. You'll be fine. There's no way you could suck at anything you tried to do,” he commented, looking at me intensely. I raised my eyebrow.
“How would you possibly know that? You don't even know me.” I remarked archly. Jordan rubbed the back of his neck and I could see the dark curves of his tattoo. I wondered what it was. Then I thought about taking his shirt off to get a better look.
Then I thought about taking his pants off and rubbing my tongue down his...
Christ, get your mind out of the gutter! I told myself harshly. “I can just tell. Call it a hunch,” Jordan answered, pulling my thoughts away from the X-rated turn they had taken. Riley snorted and she elbowed my side discreetly under the table.
Jordan blinked, seeming a bit surprised by his forwardness and pulled his feet under the table, sitting up. “Well, sorry to leave you lovely ladies, but I have to get behind the bar and do my inventory. It's my first night on as a bartender. Can't give Moore a reason to fire my ass.” He scooted out of the booth and stood at my elbow.
I looked up at him and gave him a small smile. “Well, thanks for training us,” I said lamely. Why couldn't I think of something clever and witty to say? I hated to admit that Jordan made me tongue tied. Since when do boys make me tongue tied?
Jordan squeezed my shoulder and I swore his fingers lingered there. “If you need anything, come find me. You know where I'll be.” His mouth quirked up into a grin as he jerked his thumb in the direction of the bar. My mouth quirked up as well as I grinned back.
“Yeah, you can't hide, I know where you work,” I joked and wanted to slap myself in the forehead. I sounded like an idiot. Ugh!
Jordan just laughed and looked at Riley. “Same goes for you too, Riley,” he added. Riley gave him a knowing look.
“Yeah, sure,” she said, looking between the two of us. Jordan cleared his throat.
“Okay, well then. See ya later,” he looked at me one last time and then headed off toward the bar.
“Good god, the sexual tension is giving me hives,” Riley griped. I pulled on her ponytail.
“Will you just shut up already,” I sighed, looking over at the bar. As though he could sense me staring at him, Jordan looked up from wiping down the counter. I quickly looked down at the paper in front of me, knowing that if people could die from embarrassment, someone had better start digging my grave.
Chapter Three
I tried to finish up the paper work but it was difficult considering I could feel eyes burning into my skin. But I was proud of myself that not once did I look up to watch him. Not once did I cave to the masochistic need to ogle his fine ass. Nope, I played non-nonchalant. Someone give me a friggin Oscar, because that kind of acting deserves some sort of award.
“You Maysie?” a gruff voice barked from beside me. I looked up, startled. A petite girl, not much older than me stood beside the booth, hands on her hips, looking annoyed.
“Uh, yeah?” I said more as a question than a statement. Something about this girl's vibe completely intimidated me and I wasn't even sure of my name at that point.
“You need to follow me. I'm not gonna be slowed down because of you and if my tips suck, I will kick your ass. Do we understand each other?” Ah. This must be the delightful Evian. I looked at Riley who was biting down on her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing.
I gave her a look of death and slid out of the seat, following Evian the Terrible into the kitchen, where she clocked in. Evian clearly had a case of little man syndrome. She was tiny. Like seriously tiny. The top of her head came up to my chin and I wasn't an Amazon woman by any stretch. Her dark brown hair was styled in a pixie cut and her arms were covered in tattoos. All in all she was one bad ass mama. And not someone I wanted to piss off.
“Hey Ev. Get over here and let me see those fine tits of yours!” Pocco called from the back. Evian whipped around and pointed her finger in his direction.
“You so much as look at my boobs, Pocco, and I will gnaw off your testicles and have them for dinner,” she growled. I swallowed audibly. This chick was scary. Pocco only laughed.
“Ah, chica. You know you want to ride Pocco's bone coaster.” Evian looked like she was about to go over there and carry through on her threat but was distracted by Moore calling to us from his office.
Thank god. I didn't want to see Evian gnawing anything off of anyone's body. I shuddered. Moore gave Evian the run down. I was to shadow her this evening. Evian was to let me watch for a while then let me handle a few tables on my own. We were to split the tips 50/50. Evian looked like she wanted to spit nails.
I gave Moore a weak smile and followed a thunderous Evian back out into the restaurant. She was mumbling under her breath and then came up short. Her tiny face was dark. “If you think I'm splitting my tips with you, you're f**king mental.” Okay, well so much for any cash ending up in my pockets tonight. I knew better than to argue with Evian. I wanted to keep my appendages, thank you very much.
Evian stormed off and I leaned against the bar, already exhausted and the night had just begun. “Don't let her bully you.” Jordan appeared at my shoulder and leaned in, his elbows propped on the counter. I tightened my ponytail and straightened my shirt.
“Easy for you to say. That chick is gonna eat me alive,” I groaned, sitting on a stool and laying my head down on the bar.
Jordan rubbed my shoulder and I tried not to tremble as he touched me. I looked up at him and he gave me a smirk as though he knew the affect he had on me. He leaned in closer and dropped his voice to a whisper. “Well, just so you know. Evian has her boyfriend dress up in her bra and panties and likes to whip him with a riding crop.”
