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“No, he has a house but he keeps some clothes upstairs so he can shower and change after the gym,” Bryce replies.
I hadn’t even considered the idea before but if he has a house, maybe, he has a family, too. A feeling of dread begins to wash over me when the red-haired waitress hears our conversation and breaks in, adding, “I don’t even know why he bothers having a house. He spends most nights asleep on his office sofa.” That’s a relief. If he had a wife I’m sure she wouldn’t put up with him not coming home at night. With looks like his, I bet he gets hit on by a lot of women.
I excuse myself and go back up to my room so that I can shower and dress for my shift. I can hear the shower running in the room next door. I think it must be Dex and I begin to imagine what he looks like, all wet and soapy. I feel a rush of heat and my cheeks redden as my mind’s eye wanders to that big bulge in his shorts. The water turns off and I hear him rustling around for some time then the door to the room creaks open and I rush to my door to look through the peephole. I see him close the door and turn toward my room. He stops outside my door and just stands there for a moment. I begin to feel guilty for spying and wonder if he somehow knows that I’m on the other side of the door. It’s silly, but I hold my breath until he walks away.
* * *
It’sfive-forty-five and I take one final look in the mirror before heading down to the bar for my shift. I take a deep breath as my feet touch the barroom floor. Dex looks up at me and his face contorts into something between shock and anger. He moves swiftly away from the bar headed straight toward me and I stand there, motionless, like a deer in headlights.
He grabs me by the elbow and asks, “What are you wearing?” in a low tone of disapproval.
I look down at my daisy dukes and halter top and say, “I thought I might get better tips if I looked, you know, sexy,” I reply, “I didn’t think it would be an issue. The waitress was wearing shorts when I came down for lunch this afternoon.”
“It’s not appropriate for you to be dressed like that here.” He squeezes my elbow in his big hand and whispers to me, “You’re going to call the wrong kind of attention to yourself. You’ll need to go up and change.”
I don’t understand it but I like the feel of his hand on me. If it were anyone else scolding me this way I’d be mortified but he isn’t coming off as a jerk. He seems to really be worried about me.
“I’m sorry, but most of my clothes are a wrinkled mess after the ten-hour flight and a night in a suitcase,” I reply. “I don’t think I have anything more presentable to wear right now.”
He looks at me red-faced and sighs, “Then put on a bar apron before you go out on the floor. I’ll make sure you have an iron before work tomorrow.”
His reaction has me second-guessing myself and I ask, “Do I look bad?” My intentions were to be cute, not inappropriate.
He shakes his head and says, “No, little darlin’, you look good enough to eat. That’s the problem,” and lets go of my arm.
4
Daniela’s First Day
Dex
Iwas up half the night thinking about the girl that calls herself my stepsister. I even stroked my cock at the thought of sneaking upstairs and waking her for some step-brotherly love and I almost knocked on her door on my way to the bar to see if I could make that fantasy come true but we’ve just met and I don’t want to come off like I’m only after one thing.
I almost lose it when she comes downstairs in her skimpy little outfit with her tits and ass out for the world to see. I don’t want anyone else looking at her that way and I know I’ll blow my stack if I hear anyone talking about her. I make her put on an apron but it does very little to cover up her perfect tits and nothing to cover her ass.
I can’t concentrate on anything but her. I watch as she moves from table to table taking orders and I watch the faces of my patrons when she walks away. They act like they’ve never seen a woman before but I know that most of them have been to stag parties at the gentlemen’s club in Cork. As the hour gets later, the pub gets crowded and I find it harder to keep my eye on her. I must look like a gopher poking my head in and out of my hole as I scan the floor for her. It’s been less than twenty-four hours and this girl has already got me acting crazy.
I’m looking for her when she sneaks up and climbs on a stool in front of me. She leans on the bar and I get a bird’s eye view of the milky mounds of flesh that are spilling out of her top. I lick my lips, then look up into her eyes. She has a big smile on her face and asks, “What are you looking for?”
“You. I’m trying to make sure no one picks you up and kidnaps you,” I reply.
“You’re being silly. I have a whole pocket full of tips already and no one has said or done anything to harass me,” she tells me.
“It’s still early,” I grunt. “If you need money that badly, ask. I’ll take care of you.”
“Thanks, but the way things are going, I may just buy myself a house in the countryside,” she winks at me and walks away.
As curt as I am, I can't help but smile. This girl intoxicates me.
It’s eleven o’clock and we have the biggest crowd we’ve had in weeks. Bryce and I are both manning the bar and still can’t keep up with the drink orders. Daniela looks a bit overwhelmed as she comes to the bar to give us an order. I lean in closer to hear just as a twenty-something wanker in a button-down shirt and tie reaches down and grabs her ass. Her eyes go wide and she jumps but all I can see is red. I leap over the bar and grab him by the throat pushing him through the crowd. He’s a good match for me in size and is hitting me hard in the chest with one hand while using the other to pull at my arm to get it off of his throat but I’m not letting go. I use my momentum to push him through the front door and we both topple down the steps and to the sidewalk below. When we hit the ground he strikes me in the face but this only serves to fuel my rage. I hit him back three times and hear the crack as his nose gives and blood begins to stain his nice, white business shirt.
I get to my feet first and prepare for him to strike back but he doesn’t. He holds one hand up in the air and pinches his nose with the other. “What’s wrong with you?” he gurgles, now surrounded by three other men in business attire.
“You don’t ever put your filthy hands on that girl!” I shout back. “You’re lucky your legs aren’t broken!”
Bryce and Daniela are beside me now trying to calm me and bring me back inside but I won’t move until the foursome of drunkards are completely out of my sight. I go inside still reeling and grab Daniela by the arm pulling her with me to the office. We go inside and I slam the door.
“Are you okay?” she asks me.
