The person had been very kind and emailed me an application along with the address. The person had said the only opening Mr. Gordan had on his calendar this week was at eight p.m. today, so I’d taken it.
I’d been disappointed at having to wait, but I didn’t have a choice. I need a job sooner rather than later. It’s killing me to not having everything planned out. Not having a job is a huge gaping hole that needs to be filled ASAP.
It’s not that I’m financially destitute, but the money I have saved won’t last us forever. And besides that, we need to get settled into a routine. The boys need structure, or they’ll get into mischief. I don’t want that to happen.
I’m responsible for my two younger brothers, Richard and Nicolas, also known as Ricky and Nicky. I’ve been the twins’ guardian for the last five years, ever since we fled our old life in Chicago. We had to get out. It was the only way I could protect them from falling into the family business, and myself from becoming a pawn for their father, my stepfather, to use to further his ambition to be the next Al Capone.No thanks, Reginald.
I’m the only parent-figure they have now, and I take my role very seriously, too seriously, according to them. I have to, though, because they would run rough shod over me if I didn’t. Two teenage boys are a handful for two parents. Since I’m on my own, I try to run a tight ship, though most days it’s more like a leaky dingy.
Standing here just inside the bar, I’ve been trying to check whether the address I’d Googled is the same address that was sent to me, but I can’t seem to find the email. I should have done it before I came inside, but I’d felt anxious sitting in the parking lot alone. Every shadow seemed to be moving. I’d decided it would be better to be inside around people while I verified the address, but perhaps I’d been wrong.
As soon as I’d walked in the door, I’d been bombarded by men trying to hit on me.What is going on here?A lack of women? Or perhaps it’s because I’m fresh meat? Most likely it’s that I’m giving off ‘I haven’t been fucked in forever’ vibes.
Whatever the reason, it’s making me uncomfortable. Like, come on guys. I’m not that attractive, and I’m definitely not interested. At least I wasn’t until the hunk of a man standing infront of me holding out his hand showed up. Rosco Robertson, he’d said.
“Rachel Miller.” I take his hand to shake it. An electrical shock runs up my arm from the contact. I gasp from the sensation and attempt to pull my hand back, but the man holds on. I should be offended that he isn’t releasing me, but I’m not. I’m actually enjoying the strange sensations running through me that settle in my chest, before moving lower to my core.
My nipples are instantly hard, and my clit is throbbing, begging for attention. It’s been a very long time since I’ve felt desire. I haven’t allowed it, nor have I met anyone who inspired it, until now. I’ve been too focused on keeping us alive and safe.
“Hi, Rosco,” I say, with a surprisingly clear voice, despite how my body is reacting to him. “Nice to meet you.” His hand is a bit rough in stark contrast to mine, which I lotion frequently to keep them soft.
“Nice to meet you, Rachel,” the sexy man rumbles. A shiver runs down my spine when he says my name. His deep gravelly voice setting my senses ablaze. Goosebumps erupt over my skin. The hair on the back of my neck rises, and my nipples get even harder. I suck in a deep breath, but it only worsens my condition when his sandalwood and leather scent hits me. “Let me show you to Jay’s office?”
I nod, unable to articulate anything intelligent. We are still holding hands, and he makes no effort to release me. He turns and begins to walk along the long, shiny, wooden bar on our left. I have to stay close to his back since he’s holding my right hand with his right hand. Our hands joined at his lower back.
The place is crowded with people, so I suppose he just doesn’t want us to get separated. At least, that’s what I tell myself while following in his wake. The crowd parts for him with ease, and it’s no wonder. The man is built like a brick house withstrong broad shoulders and a muscled back, easily seen through his shirt which is stretched taunt over his frame.
Mmm,I can just imagine exploring every inch of his muscled perfection with my tongue. Intense need rises up from my core as images of his naked body runs through my head.Down girl!
We don’t have time for distractions. You can’t leave the boys unattended for too long. They’ll get into mischief. You need to be focused and get this job. But it’s been a really, really long time since I’ve been with anyone.Would it hurt to indulge just this once?Not that he’s indicated any interest, but a girl can dream.
Suddenly the crowd thins, and we enter a hallway, which is surprisingly well lit for an establishment such as this. Rosco pauses in front of a door, knocking firmly. “Come in,” a male voice calls from inside.
Rosco opens the door revealing a spacious office. There is a round table on the left with stacks of paperwork on it. A large comfortable looking couch is on the right. Several framed photographs are on the wall. The room is decorated in sports memorabilia including a few trophies and football jerseys.
A man who appears to be around forty is seated behind a large mahogany desk. He looks up as we enter. His eyes land on Rosco. A grin forms on his face. “Hey, Rosco,” the man says, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“This woman says she’s looking for you,” Rosco says. He turns, placing his hand on my lower back, urging me toward the man behind the desk.
Something about the way he says woman gets to me. I want to hear him saying it while he’s pounding into me, making me scream his name. I shake my head to clear out the inappropriate train of thought. Then I step forward with a smile on my face. Nervous energy hits me.Will Mr. Gordan be able to see right through me and my fake identity?I’ve come this far. I can’t back out now.
“Hello, I’m Rachel Miller. I’m here about my application I sent in this morning,” I inform him as I make my way to his desk. The man rises to his feet and rounds the desk. His dark brown hair is a little gray at his temples and more scattered through his thick hair. He is well over six-feet with broad shoulders reminding me of a linebacker.
“Hello, Rachel,” he says holding out his hand to shake. “Jay Gordon.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” I reply. “I hope this is a good time? I’m sorry to be so persistent, but I’m very interested in working here.” The man smiles warmly at me. Then he glances at Rosco.
“I’ll get out of your way,” Rosco says with a glance at me. “See you around, angel.” He leaves without a backward glance. It feels weird to be disappointed by him leaving. Forcing myself to focus, I turn back to the man I’m hoping will solve one of my many problems.
“I’ve reviewed your resume and checked your references. I have to say I’m impressed,” Mr. Gordon speaks, picking up a sheet of paper. My smile widens at his encouraging words. “I really wish I had an opening right now, but I’m afraid for once, I’m fully staffed.”
Defeat sweeps through me, my face, undoubtably showing my disappointment. I’d really hoped this would work out, but Virginia Beach is a big place. I’ll just have to keep looking. I mean this is only the tenth place I’ve tried so far in the last three days. I will find something. I have no other choice.All is not lost, right?
“Thank you for your time, Mr. Gordon,” I offer politely even though I’m terribly disheartened. I clear my throat, noticing a crack in my voice. “I’ll just get out of your hair.”
“You aren’t a bother and please, call me Jay,” Mr. Gordon…er, Jay replies. “I don’t have anything, but it just so happensa friend of mine is about to open a restaurant with a catering service. Would you be interested in something of that nature?”
Hope blooms once more, but I tamp it down. I can’t allow myself to get too excited. I’ve had my hopes dashed too many times in the last few days since we arrived here.
