Bad Intentions (Bad Love #2)(12)
I’m warm. Uncharacteristically warm. Those are my first thoughts when I wake up. Then I remember that Adrian’s here. He probably turned up the heat. Eyes still closed, I kick off my blankets, ready to doze back off for another hour, but then my foot hits something hard. Something that grunts.
“I swear to God, if you don’t have pants on, I’m going to fuck you up.”
I don’t get a response, and I turn, as if in slow motion, to see Adrian sleeping, head on my pillow, without a care in the world. I kick him hard enough to roll his ass out of my bed and onto the hardwood floor. He lands with a thud.
“The fuck?!”
“My thoughts exactly. Who sneaks into another man’s bed?!”
“It was fucking cold! You left me with a tiny ass blanket that wasn’t even big enough to cover my balls.”
“So, you didn’t think to take Ash’s old room, or I don’t know, wake me up and ask me for another blanket?”
“Why are you making this such a big deal?”
“Because I don’t like people in my fucking bed. Especially ones with dicks.”
“Noted,” Adrian grumbles, and when he stands, I see that he’s wearing sweats. Thank fuck for small miracles.
There was no sleep to be had after waking up to Adrian’s mug in my face. Instead of getting an extra hour of sleep, I dragged my ass to the shop early. Bad Intentions is my home away from home anyway. I have everything I need here, including the few hours of peace and quiet before we open that I can’t seem to get at my own home.
As I’m checking out the schedule for today, I see Logan across the street. She’s getting out of her dad’s 4Runner, then looks both ways before running across. At first, I think she’s coming here, but she’s heading for the place next door. When she drops her keys and bends over, I have to admit, she’s got the best ass I’ve seen in a long time. Tiny waist, thick thighs, and a fat ass. God bless yoga pants.
Blackbear isn’t open yet, so she knocks on the door. Logan steps back, rubbing her upper arms and bouncing in place as she waits for someone to open it. Her tits jiggle, and I bet if I were closer, I’d see her hard nipples through her shirt. As if she can hear my thoughts, she turns toward me. We lock eyes through the window. It’s too late to act like I wasn’t staring now. She holds my gaze, the wind blowing a strand of her dark hair across her face, neither one of us backing down.
The door opens, breaking our staring contest, and out comes Jake. She smiles at something he says, and then he holds the door open for her, checking her out as she walks in. I can’t fault him when I just did the same thing, but I will anyway.
Ignoring her presence was supposed to be easy, and it would’ve been. I would’ve forgotten all about her by tomorrow, had she not gotten a job right fucking next door.
I break Dare’s icy stare as my new boss greets me. I paste a smile onto my face as he opens the door for me.
“Logan?” he questions, and I nod. “My bad, I was in the office in back. Come in.”
His voice is easy and friendly, and he’s much younger than I thought he’d be. He looks somewhere between twenty-five and thirty with dark, floppy hair under a backwards baseball hat, brown eyes, and tanned skin. He looks like a surfer type. Not exactly what I was expecting.
“I’m Jake,” he says, extending his hand to shake mine. His grip is firm, but gentle and his hands are warm.
“Logan. But you just said that, so you already know. Everyone calls me Lo.” I’m gonna shut up now.
He laughs, still holding on to my hand, shaking it up and down. I snatch my hand back when I realize I’m still hanging on like a creep. Way to make a good first impression.
“What brings you to River’s Edge?”
I hesitate, thrown off by the question. How does he know I’m not from here?
“It’s just that usually the only people to come here either have family here or are tourists,” Jake clarifies upon sensing my confusion.
“Is it that obvious that I’m an outsider? Do I have a sign on my forehead?” I laugh.
“Nah. But you’re not a tourist if you’re looking for a job, and if I had seen you around before, I’d definitely have remembered.”
Is he hitting on me? Or am I reading into that?
Jake clears his throat. “I mean, I never forget a face.”
“Actually, my dad lives here,” I say, letting him off the hook.
“No shit?”
“Shit,” I say, nodding. “And my little brother goes to school here now, so I’ll be here for the foreseeable future.”
“That’s what’s up,” he says, reaching over to grab a pile of papers off the bar top. I think this might be the most casual interview-slash-orientation I’ve ever had. I don’t feel nervous or like I have to put on an act. Jake is warm and inviting and easy to talk to.
“Have a seat,” he says, pulling out a stool for me. “I just need you to fill these out, and I’ll grab your uniform.”
I fill out the application, and Jake brings me two white T-shirts with the Blackbear logo on them—one with long sleeves, one with short—and an apron. I change in the bathroom, then Jake takes a photo copy of my ID and shows me around a little. Before long, Sutton shows up, cheesing from ear to ear once she sees me.