Page 2 of My Ex Girlfriend's Brother

“Not usually, but I don’t normally care to get to know them on a more personal level.” Which was true. There was something about Jordan beyond his extremely good looks that drew me to him. I hadn’t ever felt so taken by someone I’d just met before.

“Good to know.” He looked me over again, and I could tell he liked what he saw. “Your boss doesn’t mind?”

I cocked my head to the side and shook my head. He thought I was the help. I could lie and pretend to just be one of the bartenders, but I wasn’t about playing games. No, that was my sister’s MO.

“I’m the boss, so you could say I can do whatever I want. Even flirt with my customers,” I winked.

He looked around the place with appraising eyes. “This is your place?” He nodded to himself as he took everything in. “It’s a nice bar. Very welcoming.”

“I try.” My chest swelled with pride that he liked my bar.

“Do you flirt with many of your patrons?” He raised a brow like he was merely curious, but I had a feeling he wanted to know on a deeper level—or maybe that was just my hopeful thinking.

“Can’t say that I do, but with you, I couldn’t help myself.”

A large group of customers came in, making me curse, knowing I had to divert my attention away from Jordan. Actually, I was surprised I’d gotten to talk to him for as long as I did without being interrupted. We were usually busy from the time happy hour started until closing.

When I finally had a chance to get back to talk to him again, Jordan was looking like he was ready to leave while I had another two hours to work.

“Looks like you’re ready to hit the road.” I tried to keep the disappointment out of my tone, but I wasn’t sure if I succeeded.

“Yeah, I’m not much of a drinker, and if I keep drinking this fancy-ass bourbon, I won’t be able to drive home,” he laughed, his cheeks pinking up. “What time do you close?”

“In a couple of hours. Hopefully, the next time you come in, I won’t be working.” And I could give him all of my attention.

A customer waved from the end of the bar. I held up one finger, letting him know I’d be there in a minute. I hated that I was going to have to leave Jordan again.

Jordan pulled out his wallet and looked up at me with his long lashes fanned out on his face. “What do I owe you?”

Placing my hand over his, I closed his wallet and felt that same insane amount of heat rush through my body. I wondered if Jordan felt it, too. Going by the way he glanced down at my hand on top of his, I would say he did. “It’s on the house.”

“No, I can’t let you do that.” He tried to remove my hand from over his wallet, but I wouldn’t budge. There was no way I was letting him pay.

“Why not? I’m the owner. I can do whatever I want. Just come back and see me when you have some free time,” I flashed him a smile—one that didn’t show how sad I was, knowing I might never see him again.

“Don’t worry about that. This might be my new favorite place to hang out.” He swept his thumb over the top of my hand before he pulled back.

“The next time you come in, ask for Cash, and someone will come get me.”

Jordan smirked. “That’s great customer service.”

“Like I said, I try.” The natives at the other end of the bar were getting restless, and if I didn’t get to them soon, who knew what they’d do to get my attention. “It was good meeting you, Jordan.” I tipped my head in their direction. “I’ve got to go.”

“I understand. You’ve got a business to run.” He gave me a chin lift. “It was good meeting you too.”

Even though I knew I had customers waiting for me, I stood there until Jordan walked out the door and was no longer in sight. Only then did I make my way down the bar to take their orders.

As I made drink after drink, I realized it had been far too long since I’d been laid, and I needed to rectify my problem and quickly.

A little over two hours later, I was dragging ass as I locked up. I was ready to get home and crawl into bed. That was until I spotted a tall, dark, and very handsome man leaning up against the building a few feet down.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, not hiding how shocked I was to see him again.

He stepped toward me and ran his hand down from my sternum to the button of my jeans. “I felt like our night wasn’t over yet.”

“I like the way you think.” I couldn’t hold back any longer. I did what I wanted to do from the moment I turned around and saw Jordan sitting on the other side of my bar and smashed my lips to his and tasted him. I savored the slight taste of the bourbon from earlier and cinnamon that was all him. As my tongue swept through his mouth, it was a taste I learned was my own personal aphrodisiac.

I gripped his jaw, tilting his head to the side, giving me better access. Our tongues danced together, and our teeth clashed as my other hand went to the bulge I felt growing in his pants before I stepped back, still holding him by his jaw. If I wasn’t careful, I’d maul him right here on the sidewalk.

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