My Jerk stepbrother
"If you really know how to mix, the people drink vodka-cranberries, bourbon on the rocks, and whatever beer is in those tubs. Keep the line moving."
Alec reached out, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck to draw me in. He pressed a quick, firm kiss against my lips, his thumb tracing my jawline.
"Stay behind this counter," he said softly, his voice dropping into that strict, possessive tone. "Don't wander off into the crowd."
"I'll be right here," I replied, my hands settling on the edge of the bar. "Just go win."
"I always do," he smirked.
He let go of my neck, pulled his shirt over his head, and tossed it onto a shelf under the bar. I watched as he turned and walked toward the cente
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