Chapter Seven
Cuervos Bar waspacked and Breanna’s feet were already screaming at her after just a few hours. As long as the men were focused on the sporting events on the big-screen TVs, they were cool, but if they weren’t interested in the sport, they were focused on her cleavage and her butt. She and another girl, Jill, who was busty and skinny, were the only waitresses on duty. She didn’t have time to think about anything but getting drinks to the customers.
“You doing okay?” Jorge asked as she placed the beers and mixed drinks on her tray.
“I think so. I didn’t expect it to be this busy.” She grabbed a handful of coasters.
“Not a lot of things to do in Alina on the weekend. Also, Fridays are usually payday for most of the people. They like to come and spend it here. I’m good with that.” Jorge smiled broadly.
She laughed. “I’m beginning to like payday Friday too. I’ve done well so far with my tips. I better get these drinks to the customers.” She lifted the heavy tray and made her way through the maze of people. Black Sabbath’s “Crazy Train” blared from the jukebox, and she sang along with it as she placed down the drink orders at various tables.
When she went back to the bar for more drinks, Jill leaned against it, messing with her phone. “Hey,” she said as she lifted her head.
“Hey. Where’s Jorge?” Breanna looked around the bar but didn’t spot him.
Jill shrugged. “I’ve been waiting here for about five minutes. If he doesn’t get here soon, people are gonna take it out on me and not give me good tips.” Breanna set down her tray and went behind the bar. “What the fuck are you doing? Jorge’s gonna be pissed.”
“He hired me for waitressing and to be a relief bartender. No one’s tending the bar, so tell me your order.” She filled Jill’s order, a couple of others from patrons seated at the bar, and then she started on hers. She bent over and opened a cabinet filled with liquor bottles, pulling them out while trying to find the Bloody Mary mix. As she was scrounging around, she felt two hands on her hips, thumbs pressing into her behind.
“Nice ass,” a deep voice said.
Outraged, she jumped up. “Get your hands off me!” She whirled around and crashed into six feet one inch of pure concrete. Steel, to be exact. As in Chenoa’s father, outlaw biker, and gorgeous man.
What the fuck?
The smile on his face disappeared. “What the hell are you doing behind my bar?”
“Yourbar? I thought Jorge owned it.” She brushed away several tendrils that had fallen across her face.
He shook his head. “Fuck. You’re the new waitress Jorge hired. He told me he hired a hot-looking chick, but I never thought it was you. I thought butting your nose into people’s lives was your thing.” He leaned back on his heels and boldly assessed her. Self-conscious, she pulled her skirt down and tried to raise her top. “I don’t think that’s gonna work. You’ve got some dangerous curves, Ms. Quine. Now you look like my kind of woman.”
She felt heat spreading over her neck and cheeks, and she swallowed hard. “Instead of checking me out, make yourself useful and tend bar. Jorge’s disappeared and I have a bunch of people waiting for their drinks.”
“You like being bossy, don’t you? I like it, to a certain degree.”
“I couldn’t care less what you like, Mr. McVickers. If you want your customers happy, you’ll cut the small talk and start filling my and Jill’s drink orders.” She stepped forward, but instead of moving out of the way, he stepped to the side slightly, making her slide past him, her breasts brushing against him. Jolts of desire shot through her, and from the heated glaze in his eyes, she knew he was feeling something too. She hurriedly pushed herself into the crowd to get away from his penetrating stare. He exuded danger and raw sex, and it both thrilled and scared her. She couldn’t get involved with him. If she did, she knew she’d be setting herself up for a major heartbreak. Bikers were like her dad: selfish, unfaithful, and cocky assholes.
For the rest of the night he stared at her, and it made her so nervous that she spilled several drinks, which resulted in either no tips or small ones.Jorge didn’t tell me he had a partner. I can’t believehe’smy boss. I can’t believe he’s seen me dressed like a slut.The way he kept looking at her legs and cleavage made her mind scream in anger. It also made her body tingle, and she was beyond pissed about that.
“Can you grab me some cocktail napkins at the bar?” Breanna asked Jill as she passed by. The less time she spent at the bar, the better. She had no choice when she had orders, though, and each time she went up, his gaze locked with hers, pulling her in. It seemed like he’d tattooed a smirk on his face because he wore one every time she glanced at him.
He’s so infuriating!
“They’re all out. I was gonna grab some in the back, but I got two large parties. Can you get them?”
“Sure. Are they in the last room on the left?”
“Yep.”
Breanna put the drinks down on the table and ambled to the storage room. As she rummaged through the shelves looking for the napkins, she heard the door close behind her. She stiffened as the scent of leather floated in the air.It’s him.She placed her hand on her stomach, hoping it would stop the fluttering.
“Need some help?” His voice slayed her every time she heard it.
“I’m good.”If I don’t turn around, maybe he’ll leave.
“You’re really not. The cocktail napkins are on the other side of the room.”
“I’m not looking for them.”He’s so cocky.
