Bad Rep (Bad Rep, #1)(9)

I rolled my eyes.  “I'm not thinking about him in any way, Riley.  Chill out.  And even if I was, who cares?”  I picked up a pen and started filling in the blanks on one of the forms.

“Because if you date him and it ends badly, it'll be weird and awkward working here and you'll end up quitting.  Then you'll be back at square one.  Haven't you ever heard you should never date someone you work with?  I mean, that's common sense.”  Riley huffed out an exasperated breath.  I shrugged, which I knew annoyed the crap out of her.

“I'm not going to date him.  I doubt he even notices me.  I mean, have you looked at him?  I'm sure he has girls falling at his feet every time he blinks. Besides, he's got that bad boy, player thing written all over him.  I have my hands full with one player already.”  I didn't mean it to sound as depressing as it did.  But what I had said was true.  I knew Jordan's type.  And I was attracted to them like bees to tasty, hormone soaked honey.

He was gorgeous, he played in a band, he was a freaking frat boy and he had the whole tattoo, piercing thing going on.  I was very aware of what he was, without knowing any more than that.  I knew I was as susceptible to those twisted charms as the next girl.  But it didn't mean that I would necessarily do anything about it.

Riley gave me a look of disbelief.  “Oh, he notices you all right.  His eyes have been glued to your ass every time you turn around.”   At that moment, Jordan reappeared with two glasses of Coke.  I almost choked and knew that I was turning an unhealthy shade of red.  I desperately hoped he hadn't heard anything.

If he had, he played dumb.  Jordan slipped into the booth across from us and leaned against the wall, putting his feet up.  “So, you gals feel ready?”  he asked, reaching across the table and snagging my Coke.  He drank from the straw and handed it back to me with a smile.

I gave him a mocking glare and moved my drink out of his reach.  “Yeah, we'll see.  If I can make it through the night without dropping something or making an idiot of myself, then we can call it a success.  Until then, the jury's still out,” I commented, sucking on my straw.  I couldn't help but feel gooey over the fact that my lips were touching the same piece of plastic that Jordan's had a few seconds before.

Hell, I was as bad as Jaz.  Maybe worse.

Jordan clicked his tongue ring over his teeth.  “Nah.  You'll be fine.  There's no way you could suck at anything you tried to do,” he commented, looking at me intensely.   I raised my eyebrow.

“How would you possibly know that?  You don't even know me.” I remarked archly.  Jordan rubbed the back of his neck and I could see the dark curves of his tattoo.  I wondered what it was.  Then I thought about taking his shirt off to get a better look.

Then I thought about taking his pants off and rubbing my tongue down his...

Christ, get your mind out of the gutter! I told myself harshly.  “I can just tell.  Call it a hunch,” Jordan answered, pulling my thoughts away from the X-rated turn they had taken.  Riley snorted and she elbowed my side discreetly under the table.

Jordan blinked, seeming a bit surprised by his forwardness and pulled his feet under the table, sitting up.  “Well, sorry to leave you lovely ladies, but I have to get behind the bar and do my inventory.  It's my first night on as a bartender.  Can't give Moore a reason to fire my ass.”  He scooted out of the booth and stood at my elbow.

I looked up at him and gave him a small smile.  “Well, thanks for training us,” I said lamely.  Why couldn't I think of something clever and witty to say?  I hated to admit that Jordan made me tongue tied.  Since when do boys make me tongue tied?

Jordan squeezed my shoulder and I swore his fingers lingered there.  “If you need anything, come find me.  You know where I'll be.”  His mouth quirked up into a grin as he jerked his thumb in the direction of the bar.  My mouth quirked up as well as I grinned back.

“Yeah, you can't hide, I know where you work,” I joked and wanted to slap myself in the forehead.  I sounded like an idiot.  Ugh!

Jordan just laughed and looked at Riley.  “Same goes for you too, Riley,” he added.  Riley gave him a knowing look.

“Yeah, sure,” she said, looking between the two of us.  Jordan cleared his throat.

“Okay, well then.  See ya later,” he looked at me one last time and then headed off toward the bar.

“Good god, the sexual tension is giving me hives,” Riley griped.  I pulled on her ponytail.

“Will you just shut up already,” I sighed, looking over at the bar.  As though he could sense me staring at him, Jordan looked up from wiping down the counter.  I quickly looked down at the paper in front of me, knowing that if people could die from embarrassment, someone had better start digging my grave.



Chapter Three



I tried to finish up the paper work but it was difficult considering I could feel eyes burning into my skin.  But I was proud of myself that not once did I look up to watch him.  Not once did I cave to the masochistic need to ogle his fine ass.  Nope, I played non-nonchalant.   Someone give me a friggin Oscar, because that kind of acting deserves some sort of award.