She doesn’t answer me right away; her eyes are locked on the door to the club. She’s probably wondering what we’ve done to the place since she’s last seen it. It wasn’t the nicest looking building when we first bought it. Actually, it was a damn shithole. The only thing we didn’t replace were the walls and roof of this place.
“Jay?”
She startles. “Yeah?”
I chuckle. “I asked how you’ve been.” I open the door and we both step inside.
Fierce is pretty much done and ready for the grand opening. I think we did a great job with it. The floor plan is wide open with a huge black bar sitting in the center. It’s modern with a touch of bold. Black leather chairs are set up around the bar with blue diamonds on the backs. Booths outline the walls that are black with electric blue accents. The ceiling to floor windows that we had installed gives it a layout that seems bigger than it really is. And over by the stairs we have the stage and DJ booth set up.
“Jay?”
She shakes her head. “Sorry, I’m doing fine, trying to keep busy.”
“That’s good.” I walk over to the bar and set my keys down. “You know, he’s not the same without you.”
Jaylinn closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. I don’t know what’s going on between them because Cooper is so closed off when it comes to her but they’re clearly miserable without each other.
“I’m the one who’s supposed to be interviewing Layla. I got tied up. Why don’t you have a look around and I’ll go do the interview with her real quick.”
“Sure.” Jaylinn walks towards the stairs and notices the sign that says rooftop bar. “Is it okay if I go up there?” She’s looking for a hiding place in case Cooper shows up, can’t say I blame her.
I smile knowing she’ll see what he’s done to the upstairs though. “Of course.”
I turn and walk down the hallway towards my office with the smile on my face that is getting bigger and bigger with each step. I think by her seeing the upstairs that it will maybe, hopefully, give her the little push she needs to work things out with Cooper.
I step into my office and shut the door but come to a halt when I see this alluring blonde girl sitting in one of the two chairs in front my desk. What I notice first is her legs, crossed over one another. Her head turns in my direction when I shut the door.
She stands and holds her hand out to me. “Hi, I’m Layla Del Luca.”
I stare at her hand briefly. Her nails are painted a light pink color, her fingers long and slim, her wrist dainty. I clear my throat. “Hi, I’m Eli Sabatino. Sorry I’m late. I had something come up that I couldn’t put off.”
“Not a problem.” She smiles with an eagerness that is alive with affection. The whiteness of her teeth and the golden blonde of her hair stand out against her tanned skin. Layla’s body is slender, her hips rounded slightly and from this angle her ass looks fucking phenomenal in her jeans. And I’m caught again by those legs. Immediately I’m thinking about them wrapped around my waist. Fuck, I’m like a teenager all over again. “I’m sorry I’m not dressed better,” I look up; she’s caught me checking her out. “I came here right from school and didn’t have a chance to run home and change.”
I keep my eyes locked on hers, trying not to look at her legs. “It’s not a problem. We have uniforms that you’ll have to wear and we’ll always have extra in case you need them.” Although I’d like to keep you in those jeans so I can stare at your fine ass.
“Okay, great.”
I walk around and take a seat behind my desk so that I can attempt to concentrate on this interview and not let my eyes wander.
“So, Layla, tell me a little about yourself. Do you have any experience working at a club? Being a bartender?”
She sits and crosses a leg over the other and folds her hands in her lap but not before running them down her jeans. She’s nervous but trying to play it cool. I like that she’s trying to show confidence.
“Well, I’ve been bartending since I was eighteen. I went to Mix’em Up Bartending School and was hired by my neighbor who owns Jax’s once I passed the class. I’ve been working there off and on since then but I’m looking for something a little more stable as well as needing more hours.”
I nod and jot down that she has schooling and also make a note that she is in school so we’ll have to work around that, which shouldn’t be a problem.
“Do you have transportation?” This is important for us because we need employees who are reliable.
Layla glances down to her hands before she looks up at me again. “I don’t own a car but you don’t have to worry about me making it to work on time. I’m used to public transportation and I have friends who are more than willing to help me out when I get in a jam.”
I clench my jaw hard. I don’t like that. She’ll have to be taking it late at night and a girl like her shouldn’t be out late at night by herself. I make a note and put a star that we’ll have to figure something out for her.
“Things may be slow around here for a little while until we get our name out there. I can’t promise you many hours until business picks up.”
She nods and straightens her back. “I understand.”
“The opening is this weekend; will you be able to start Saturday night?”
“Yes.” She answers with no hesitation.
I scribble “HIRED” on the application and set my pen down. “One last question.” Her eyes light up. “How do you make a Sex on the Beach—Jersey Style?”
Layla smiles assuredly and I love that. Tapping a finger on her lips she plays like she’s thinking. If she can’t pass this then she hasn’t been working as a bartender in New Jersey.
Finally, she winks. “Peach Schnapps, melon liqueur, rum, raspberry liqueur, pineapple juice, cranberry juice, served on ice.”
I stand and hold my hand out to her. “Welcome aboard.”
She takes my hand, “Thanks!”
I walk Layla out of my office and give her a tour of the downstairs where I’ll have her working. She brushes up against me a few times and I can’t help but feel like she’s doing it on purpose. This might make working together a little harder. After showing her around I ask her to have a seat at the bar and write down her class schedule so I know what days and times not to schedule her.
“I’ll be right back. I’m going to grab Jaylinn for you.”
She gives me a confused look.
“I asked her to come in and wait while I did your interview.”
Layla smiles accepting that answer.
I take the stairs two at a time and open the door leading to the rooftop. Jaylinn is staring out over toward the Atlantic Ocean. It’s one of the main reasons that I wanted this building. The view is gorgeous.
Jaylinn looks so lost standing there. She’s beautiful and one of the sweetest girls I’ve ever met with a touch of sass to her. I’ve always had a little thing for her. I think she knows that but nothing would ever come of it and she knows that too. Cooper is a stupid man for not claiming her already, but I also know that they’ve been through a lot as well.
I stand beside her. “Pretty sweet view, huh?”
Jaylinn reaches up and wipes a few tears away. “Yeah.” I hate seeing her so upset.
I lean against the railing. “Your friend is downstairs waiting for you. I hired her.”
She smiles. “Thank you.”
I smile back. “So, since Layla is starting this weekend does that mean I get to see your pretty face too at the grand opening?”
Jaylinn crosses her arms over her chest jutting her tits out. She doesn’t realize that she’s done that but my eyes are trained to go right to them, I can’t help it. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
When my eyes return to hers, she has caught me staring at her tits and I laugh causing her to laugh too. It’s a nice sound, one I don’t hear enough from her lately. “You should come, pretty girl.” I say as I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear.
“Do you call
all the girls that?” She asks.
I shake my head. “No, only you.” Then I wink at her.
Her cheeks flush and she sighs. “You’re a flirt, Eli Sabatino.”
I shrug. “You’re hot and I like to flirt with you, but you’re one of my friends’ girl at the end of the day so it’s all in good fun.”
And I hit the nail on the head by bringing Cooper up. Jaylinn drops her arms and starts walking back towards the stairs but stops and stares at the words Inhale your future, Exhale your past that are painted on the wall. There is a meaning behind those words, I know there is, but I just don’t know what yet. As Jaylinn stands there she wraps her arms around herself, protecting herself, her heart.
Coming up behind her I wrap my arms around her. She needs this more than she knows and it’s the least that I can do for her. I lean my head towards her ear and whisper. “Throw him a curve ball, Jay.” She turns her head to the side. “Throw something at him that he’s not expecting.” It’s the only advice that I have for her. The possibilities are endless.
She stands there for a second letting my words sink in before nodding and stepping away from me. “Thanks again for hiring Layla.”
I wink. “I did it for you, pretty girl.” It’s sort of the truth. The other reason she doesn’t need to know. Jaylinn shakes her head and walks away.
Layla and Jaylinn leave with a smile on both of their faces that I put there. I’m glad that I was able to make at least two girls smile tonight while my sister is sitting home with another broken heart.
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