Page 3 of Seer

I smile as I remember our first conversation while I start filling the pitcher for the douche, taking up space behind me.

She stumbled into my bar in the middle of Mardi Gras, looking like she just walked off the set of My Little Prairie.

She was a ray of sunshine at 2 am in a sea of flashing boobs and colorful beads. I’m not sure where she came from or where she thought she was going, but I’m certain it isn’t here.

The Quarter will eat her up and spit her out.

“Baby, you lost?” I look her up and down quickly before pouring the line of shots the group of bachelorettes ordered on the opposite side of the bar.

“You’re the owner. Seer?” Well, now, that’s very interesting.

I pat the shoulder of the prospect who’s working the bar with me tonight and point over to the ladies waiting for their tequila. He nods and grabs the tray so I can focus on the pretty little brunette in front of me.

“That I am.” I place both my hands on the bar and lean into her slightly so that my exposed arms flex.

“Um, I was wondering about an internship.” I smile, shaking my head.

“Cher, do I look like a sorority house or a university?” Her eyebrows scrunch up, and her pert nose crinkles.

“No?” I’m sure she meant it as a statement, but it sounded a lot like she was asking me.

“Ok, how about a bank or office building?” I step back and cross my arms over my chest, waiting for her to get my point.

“No.” I try not to roll my eyes, but I can’t keep standing here indulging my curiosity of libido.

“Then why on Earth are you here for an internship? Now, if you can pour a beer, then I have a job if you want it. Otherwise, stop wasting my time and get out of the way of paying customers.” I point at the line forming behind her.

Her face falls as she looks around us. Her skin turns paler, and a sheen of sweat dots her brow.

Shit.

Now I feel like a fucking asshole, but before I can apologize, she turns back to me and nods frantically.

“No. I mean, fine. Whatever. Thanks.” Now my eyebrow lifts.

“Is that a yes?” Another nod without meeting my eyes is all I get from her.

I sigh and grab a spare apron from under the bar, tossing it at her.

She doesn’t even catch it.

“What’s your name, Baby?” I smile as I motion her around to the entrance to join me.

“Leah,” she swings the door open to enter but doesn’t clear it before it hits her ass, making her fall into me.

I catch her, and when she’s steady, she looks up at me with a small thank you on her lips.

Natural full pink ones that I want to suck on until they’re blood red.

Fuck this is a huge fucking mistake.

“Hope you’re a fast learner. You start now.”

“HEY!” The yell and a splash of liquid over my hand draw me out of the memory, and I curse.

I’m currently wearing a pitcher’s worth of our newest IPA, which is all over me from the overflowing one I wasn’t paying attention to.

“Need help, boss?” Leah’s natural flirty tone makes my dick hard.

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