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“Look, I’m sorry, I...I didn’t want to get you into trouble. Or whatever it is your boss would do.”
Ollie sighed, because shit, Killian wasdefinitelygoing to take this out of her paycheck. Standing up, she called out to Brent, and turned to the bleeding guy, “Come on, there’s a first aid kit in the back, let’s clean it up.”
“Uh, it’s okay, I’ll get one of my friends to take me home.”
“You’re bleeding all over the place and I honestly don’t want to clean up after you, so come with me.”
“Anyone ever tell you that you’re a little terrifying?”
“Every single day.” Ollie said with a fake smile and led the way to the locker room.
This guy wasn’t the first to tell her she was terrifying, sarcastic or rough. She had little patience for idiots and assholes. Ollie had been using sarcasm to hide her true feelings and moods for years and she wasn’t going to stop. And when paired with her lack of filter, it sometimes came out all wrong. She knew it, but she couldn’t stop herself till the words were actually out of her mouth.
Gesturing to a bench, she opened her locker and grabbed the first aid kit. Ollie pulled out the tweezers, antiseptic, cotton swabs and tape. Setting everything down, she straddled the bench and held her hand out to him, “I promise, I won’t bite.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
She smirked, flashing him her teeth, “I could bite, if that’s what you’re into.”
“I don’t know where your teeth have been, so I’m going to pass.”
“Lots of places, really. You’d be lucky to have my teeth on you.”
He cleared his throat,“I feel like we should exchange names if we’re going to continue this conversation.”
“Ollie,” she grunted and quickly added. “Oleander.”
“Jackson,” he said and wiggled his injured hand. “It’s good to meet you, Oleander.”
Ollie used the tweezers to pull out the glass, covered cotton in rubbing alcohol and gently wiped it over his wounds and wrapped it up. “All done.”
She straightened up and took a proper look at Jackson. He was young. Well, younger than her, that much she was sure of. He was handsome. Sharp nose, wide smile, light scruff that hugged a strong jaw and his hazel eyes were sparkling. Ollie always thought people said that in books for the fun of it, but Jackson’s eyes reallysparkled.
His youth was also evident in his clothes. Ollie had noticed his casual outfit earlier, her eyes lingering on his Chewbacca t-shirt, which made her giggle. It was a sketch of Chewbacca drinking beer and underneath it read ‘Brewbacca’. And paired with his plaid shirt, jeans and sneakers, he looked very young. But the thing that really got her attention this time was he’d folded up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal strong forearms dusted with dark hair. Why did that look so good on men?
Ollie blinked when she realized she’d been staring at Jackson and he was smiling because he’d caught her in the act. She laughed as she put everything away.
“You look too young to be in a place like this, Jackson.”
“How old do you think I am?”
Ollie pretended to think about it as she closed the box, “Twelve.”
“You’ve been hanging out with strange kids if you think twelve year olds can have facial hair.”
“You call that facial hair?” She snorted and shook her head.
“Hey! I’m a slow grower.”
“That’s a great pick-up line. I bet all the teen girls love that.”
“I’m not going to touch that.”
“First smart decision all evening,” Ollie added with a chuckle and put the box in her locker.
“I’m 26, if it really matters to the age police.”
“I wanna make sure I’m not crossing any illegal lines letting my team serve you or be in this locker room alone with you.”
