Jackie looked around her busy bar and let out a sigh as she kept the cell phone against her ear, her daughter’s anger coming through loudly, even without her voice being raised, yet.
“Look, Sam, please…”
“Mom!” Jackie frowned as her daughter screamed at her.
“Samantha! I know you did not just raise your voice to me.” Jackie let out a breath. “I know you think you are old enough to take care of you and your brother, but you aren’t. You are only 13 and Dylan is 10, I’m sorry, but, please stop giving Mrs. Smith a hard time.”
“This is not fair!”
“I know, and maybe if it wasn’t over night, I wouldn’t worry, but I do. And all she is doing is what I asked.” Jackie looked up as a petite blonde smiled at her from the doorway of her small office. “I’m sorry Sam, but tonight is super busy, can we discuss this later?”
“Fine, whatever mom.” And with that Jackie heard the click and turned off her own phone, shoving it back in her pocket, trying to avoid rolling her eyes at her teenager.
“Hey Amiee,” Jackie greeted the woman.
“Hey Jackie, got a minute?”
“Not really, but I will make due. What’s up?”
“You know that I married Jake a couple months ago…”
“Yeah, I was there.” Jackie watched as the young woman fidgeted and she knew that no good news was coming.
“He got a really good job promotion, except,” she paused again and Jackie already knew.
“It’s in a different city.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Amiee, he’s your husband, no need to be sorry. I don’t know what I’m going to tell your clients though. When do you leave?”
“In two weeks.” Jackie gave the young lady a smile but internally, Jackie was crying. They were approaching their busiest time and Jackie was already pulling more hours than she should as the bar’s owner, not to mention the two kids she leaves at home. She had no way to put more in, as did the rest of her staff. And hell if she could afford to lose someone now, which would explain why the woman was so nervous.
“Amiee, you will be missed, but don’t worry about me or this place. You know I will make do as I can.”
“Thank you Jackie.” The woman ran in and gave the older woman a hug.
“No need. Now go out there, I hear that crowd.” Amiee beamed and made her way back behind one of the two bars Jackie’s bar had. She sat down behind her desk again and rubbed her hands over her face; yeah, that was something she just didn’t need. But, she had two weeks to figure it out and right now, she had a bar that needed her attention.
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“Knock, knock.” Jackie lifted her head and stared at the man, a smile on his face. “You okay?”
“Sure, peachy.”
“Yeah, what the fuck ever.” The guy walked in and sat down.
“Why do you say that Buzz?”
“Because you busted ass out there?” She lifted a brow, telling him to go on. “You never mix drinks like that and not smile.” Ah, yes, all of that.
“A lot on my mind.”
“Like?”
“Sam called me earlier, bitching like she always does. And as I was in the middle of dealing with her, Amiee came in, said she has to leave because her husband got a promotion.”
“How soon?”
“They have to be gone in two weeks.” Buzz let out a whistle. “My thoughts exactly.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I have no clue. You know my pay isn’t the best, that’s why I can’t seem to find anyone long enough who wants to stay.”
“How about a new higher?” She gave her long time friend and bar manager a very bad and pointed look. Students straight out of any bar schools are always looking for jobs and she wouldn’t mind having some, but they can never keep up with the pace that’s her bar. And Buzz, who had been working with her when she opened the bar nine years ago, knew all of that; so it was a really dumb suggestion.
“I’m sure something will happen. Maybe we can put some feelers out to some friends to see if they have anyone who needed a job.” Buzz nodded as he looked at the woman before him and let out a low breath.
Jackie was a gorgeous woman at 38, with her deep red hair and light brown eyes; in fact, looking at her, you never would have thought she was 38 and divorced, but she was. And though they both loved this bar, Buzz could see it sucking the life out of her. Not that her ex husband didn’t do a damn good job of it himself, fucker.
“Look, go give your babies a good night kiss and get up early to make them breakfast, huh?”
“I got….”
“Half this shit can wait till later on. I’ll lock everything up. You need a break Jackie, and you know that.” Jackie stood up and gave the man a side hug. She did know that. She just didn’t know when she was going to get that.
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Jackie peeked her head into her son’s room and smiled as she saw him with his flashlight on and a book in his hand; sneaky little bastard. She tucked him in and took both, setting them on his night stand. She brushed his hair back and gave him a kiss on the forehead before walking out.
Next, she went to Sam’s room and checked on her. She had to shake her head, seeing the phone still in her daughter’s hand. She was going to have to talk to Mrs. Smith. She carefully took the phone and put it on the charger before walking back over, tucking Sam in.
“Mom?” she asked groggily and Jackie smiled.
“Yeah baby?”
“I’m sorry.” Jackie placed a kiss on the top of her daughter’s head with a smile.
“I know. Go back to sleep.” Sam rolled over and Jackie pulled the covers up around her and walked back out of the room.
“That’s it…baby…ride me, ride me harder, just like that.” Bobby looked up at the woman who was currently riding his dick like she was in the rodeo, his hands on her hips as he watched her tits bounce around. He met her down at the bar he was working at and those same tits are what caught, and sadly held, his interest. In fact, he couldn’t even recall her name; Jodi, Julie,…hell Jack. It started with a J but that’s all he could remember. Not that he hooked up with women to remember their Goddamn name, he hooked up to fuck and they knew that too. He was not, and hadn’t been, boyfriend material; that was the furthest thing from his mind. “God Bobby, you fucking feel so good, better than my…” She screamed as the door burst open to the room and a leather clad man stood in the doorway, looking like he was going to murder someone.
Bobby kept his stuff in the car as he got out and followed Buzz into the bar, his eyes taking in the cleanliness and the layout. It wasn’t huge but if any establishment needed two bars, he knew it was popular; at least that’s what he always thought when he worked bars. He saw the bar that ran along one whole side of one wall and saw another that was outside, and that’s when he noticed that the bar had stairs that went down to the beach. “Shit, you guys have beach front property here?” “Jackie was adamant when she bought land for a bar; she had to have a beach that went with it. The land is hers, but the law only allows you to go so far with liquor, so that’s why the patio is so big, and there is always a bouncer at the bottom of th
Jackie took Bobby’s hand, her eyes catching his and yeah, she could see why he could have all the women. Those arms, those tattoos, those fuck me eyes and all topped with that ‘come hither’ smile; yeah, could totally see; and she wouldn’t fault the many women who would be throwing themselves at him. She wasn’t a fool either, she knew that could all be lethal; thank goodness she wasn’t some young, sexy thing or she would be falling for every little thing he did. “Sorry, yes, I’m Bobby, but you….you can’t be Jackie.” “I am. Welcome to my bar; my other baby. I’m sorry I was late.” Bobby shook his head, his eyes running over the woman before him and smiled. “No, you
Jackie took a step back to watch Bobby; he was a really good bartender. He mixed drinks effortlessly, offered out smiles and had even pulled a few tricks. The bar opened an hour ago and the crowd was slowly trickling in, a lot of the regulars sliding up to the bar and other than lending a hand on a few of the specials, Bobby had it under control. She was even willing to step up and help when he got an order for a round of six shots, three beer bottles, two specials, two small bottles of wine, and two rums and cokes, but he waved her off. She watched as he lined up the shot glasses on the left side, the bottles on the right and unscrewed the lids on the bottles with his right hand while his left poured the shots with his left hand and then he made the mixed drinks. She rang up the order and then handed the guy the receipt and card back before she turned and looked at Bobby. &nb
Bobby walked out of the building and kept an eye on the time as he walked down the street. He only needed a few things, everything was in the apartment; but he wanted a king size bed, a couch and his own sheets. And on top of that, he wanted a bike, which he knew that Harley store wasn’t that far away. And then on his first day off, he was going to take a drive down the coast and enjoy the most gorgeous beaches; and okay, maybe some bodies. Although, he had some gorgeous eye catches at the bar. That included his boss as well; something he still couldn’t quite wrap his mind around. She was single, that much he knew; well divorced but there still wasn’t a man in her life. And that he found out by over hearing a customer talking to her last night. Not that he meant to listen in, but they were talking right by where he was making the drinks.
Jackie watched Bobby for a moment while she had a slow stream of customers and really had to give him props; he knew his stuff. And yes, knew how to wow the crowd, in other words, how to flirt and be amazing eye candy. And damn, how she wished she was younger and had a body like those younger girls, for she could admit she wouldn’t mind catching his eye. She sighed to herself, though, knowing this was all a useless train of thought. “Hey hot stuff.” Her head snapped up and she smiled at the young man before her on the other side of the bar. Now, she knew she didn’t look her age, but never thought she’d see men in their 20’s hitting on her. “Hey, what can I get you?” &n
That night, after she locked up and counted the money and put it away to be deposited, she sat at her desk, hearing the man above her moving around. She couldn’t say the kiss felt wrong, because it didn’t. But it was, for a few reasons. For one, she was his boss. Not that that was a big thing in her book. She worked under the thought that as long as the atmosphere and work environment was okay, you could do whatever. But she didn’t know where he stood and what his thoughts were. Two, the 12 year age gap; he was sexy and good looking and why in the world would he even look at her? It was obvious many females were eyeing her new bartender and that was great, and she knew she held no candle to those young sexy lines and curves. Not that she looked ol
Well, shit, she walked out to talk to him, not to admire the new bike. But how could she not when the black and blue body paint was calling out to her? And the moment that her leg went over the side and she sat down, she had quite a few images come to mind, and none of them was about talking. That wasn’t good! So, she took what little will power she had, climbed off the bike and faced him. They needed to have this talk; okay, she needed to have this talk. “Can we talk?” His gaze narrowed slightly at her but he nodded. “About last night...” “That hot ass kiss?” She couldn’t help but blush, which made her only curse at herself. She wasn’t a fucking virgin or someone who didn’t know her way around. &n