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Brandy
AFTER TREVOR FOLLOWED Misty downstairs and Buck left with Horse, Brandy quickly reached into his jacket and pulled out his cell phone. She knew it was wrong, but was curious to find out what exactly was happening between Trevor and Adriana.
As she was scrolling through his text messages, a customer she’d served earlier set an empty glass on the bar. He was in his thirties, clean-cut, and very attractive. As she looked closer, she surmised that he had money because of his expensive suit and the Rolex on his wrist.
Hoping for a big tip, she smiled warmly. “Yes?”
“Hey, doll, can I get another drink?” he asked, smiling back.
“Sure,” she answered, slipping Trevor’s phone into her apron.
“Thanks, just put it on my tab.” He sat down at the bar and looked around. “No waitresses to help you out?”
“Most of them don’t come in until around four and one called in sick today. I’m all you’ve got right now,” she said, noticing that he had thick lashes, large puppy-dog brown eyes, and a dimple that made him that much cuter.
“Don’t get me wrong, beautiful. I’m not complaining. If you’re all I have then as far as I’m concerned, it’s my lucky day,” he flirted, his eyes dropping to her cleavage. “Hell, I’d rather watch you pour drinks than look at what’s on stage right now.”
Brandy, who’d been trying for days to get Trevor’s attention, giggled at this man’s boldness. “Thanks. You’re very sweet. What can I get you?”
“A rum and Coke. Please.”
She quickly mixed a drink and slid it over to him just as Trevor stepped back behind the bar. He set down two cases of beer and without even a glance in their direction, turned around, and went back toward the basement.
“What’s your name?” asked the guy in the suit.
“Brandy. What’s yours?”
“My name is Jake. Brandy, huh?” he asked, stirring his drink. “Is that your real name?”
She nodded. “Mom had a weakness for it in her younger years. Anyway, I used to hate the name, but now I kind of like it.”
“You should. It’s nice. ‘Brandy’ feels good on the tongue,” he said, his eyes holding hers.
She smiled. “It does, huh?”
“Definitely.”
“So, what’s your wife’s name? Is it something that feels good on the tongue, too?” she asked, nodding toward the ring on his left hand.
His smile fell. “It used to. Now I have a hard time even saying her name.”
Brandy had been hit on by several married men in the last few days. She didn’t mind at all, they usually tipped better, especially if she laid on the charm. She could tell that this guy was about to use the “Woe is me; my wife is a b***h” card. She could feel it coming. “What is it?”
“Cara,” he said, looking away.
“Will she be joining you soon?”
Jake laughed grimly. “You mean here?”
“Yeah. Some couples get off on watching each other getting lap dances. We also get a lot of swingers in here. I’ve seen it all.”
“Is that right?” he said, taking a sip of his drink. “Well, these days she only gets off by f*****g my brother.”
Surprised, Brandy inhaled loudly. “No. Are you serious?”
He snorted. “I wish I wasn’t.”
“When did you learn about them having an affair?” asked Brandy, now feeling sorry for him. She could tell he was being sincere. There was nothing fake about the pain in his eyes. It was real.
“I’ve known about it for only a couple of days.”
“Have you confronted her?”
“No. Not yet. She’s been away on business.”
“What about your brother?”
“He’s away on business.” He grunted. “With her.”
“You must be so angry at the both of them,” she said, shocked at how calm he was being. When she’d cheated on Trevor, he’d punched everything but her and even that had taken a lot of restraint.
“I am but the truth is, we’d been having problems in our marriage before she started messing with my brother.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I wanted to have a baby and she thinks that kids are a waste of time and money.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah. Wow. Anyway, things went from bad to worse right after my mother died.”
Brandy put a hand to her heart. “Your mother died, too? I’m so sorry for your loss. You’ve really had a horrible time of it, haven’t you?”
“It’s been tough,” he said, staring past her at the liquor bottles behind the bar. “After she died, my wife started spending a lot of time with my brother, who seemed to be taking Mom’s death harder than any of us. They’d been closer, though. I get it. Anyway, I thought it was odd that my brother and Cara were spending so much time together. I had no idea that they were f*****g, though. Talk about a slap in the face.”
“That’s horrible,” agreed Brandy. “I just can’t believe she did that to you. Or, your brother for that matter. How could they?”
“I know. I’m still trying to come to grips with everything. What really goads me is that my brother and I are twins. We used to be so close and now this. I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
She stared at him in shock. “He’s your twin?!”
Jake nodded.
Brandy reached over and laid her hand over his. “I’m sorry to hear about your wife and brother. You’re good looking and seem very sweet. I’m sure you’ll meet someone else. Someone who appreciates you.”
“I hope so. I’ve been so lonely these past few months. And,” he looked embarrassed. “This may sound pathetic, but it’s been so long since I’ve seen a naked woman. It’s why I chose this place for a drink.”
“You poor guy. Here,” she said, grabbing the bottle of rum. She began pouring him another drink. “Have one on me.”
He smiled warmly. “You’re a breath of fresh air, Brandy. I haven’t had a woman treat me so nicely in quite a while. Especially one so beautiful.”
Her cheeks grew warm. It was nice getting a compliment from a good-looking man. Especially one who stared at her with appreciation. Trevor now only looked at her because he had no other choice. Of course, Brandy understood why he was pissed at her. She’d f****d up by cheating on him. As far as she was concerned, however, she deserved a second chance
“You’re so sweet,” she said straightening up. She tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder and looked him square in the eye. “Your wife has really f****d up.”
“Thanks. I like to think so, too.”
Misty and Trevor stepped back to the bar.
“You need anything else?” asked Trevor, setting down two more cases of beer.
“Actually,” replied Misty. “I hate to ask this of you, but we’re running low on glasses and the busboy called in sick about an hour ago. Since we’re so short-staffed, maybe you could help us out by doing some of them?”
Trevor nodded toward Brandy. “Have her do some dishes. She’s the one getting paid to work here.”
Misty shook her head. “She needs to help me tend the bar.”
Before he could protest, the front door opened up and four guys walked in.
“See, we have more customers and Happy Hour should be starting soon. Just help us out and wash a few glasses, please?” pleased Misty.
Trevor sighed. “Fine. I’ll do some.” He grabbed his leather jacket and headed toward the kitchen.
“Thanks, Raptor,” Misty hollered.
He raised his thumb and disappeared into the back.
“Raptor, huh?” asked Jake. “Is that his Road name?”
Brandy nodded, surprised that he knew the term. “He’s part of the Gold Vipers Motorcycle Club.”
“Huh,” he replied, staring toward the kitchen.
“You’ve obviously heard of them,” Brandy said, watching as Misty walked over to the table of newcomers.
He nodded. “I’m a lawyer. I’ve definitely heard of the name.”
Brandy’s eyes glittered. “You’re a lawyer? That’s so cool.”
Jake smiled in amusement. “I’m a Defense Attorney,” he said, handing her his business card. “It’s not always as cool as you’d think.”
She stared down at it. “I don’t know. I think that’s so impressive. That you’re a lawyer. You must have gone to school for a long time.”
“It took a while,” he said, removing his suit jacket and placing it on the back of the stool. “But, well worth it.”
She slipped his card in her apron and watched as he loosened his tie. Besides being successful and cute, he had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. In all accounts, he was yummy.
“So, when do you get off of work?” he asked, noticing her staring at him.
“In four more hours,” she replied, surprised that he was asking. “Why?”
“I was just wondering if you’d be interested in joining me for dinner.”
She smiled. “I… I don’t know.”
“It’s just dinner,” he said, giving her another dimpled grin. “I suppose you have a boyfriend? A beautiful woman like you usually does.”
“I don’t, actually,” she replied softly.
“That’s a relief. I was hoping you’d say that.”
“I can’t go to dinner with you, though.”
“Why?”
She looked back toward the kitchen. As tempting as it was to go out with Jake, Brandy still wanted Trevor back and if he found out about it, that would put even more distance between them.
“I just can’t.”
Jake looked wounded. “Okay.”
“Not that I don’t want to,” she said, smiling at him. “Believe me, I do. I just… I have some issues in my life that need to be resolved before I can decide to do something like that.”
“I understand. Issues are my middle name, right now.” He finished his drink and stood up. “I’ll be right back. Where is the men’s room?”
“It’s over there,” she said, pointing. “Down that hallway and to the left.”
“Thanks.”
Brandy watched him go and felt like such a heel. He seemed like a nice guy and could probably use some female companionship. Especially since his wife and brother had screwed him over like that. If that wasn’t bad enough, he’d made it pretty clear that he hadn’t had s*x in a while and it seemed like such a waste. Hell, she hadn’t had s*x in a while and that was bad enough.
A wicked thought flitted through her head and her s*x twitched in excitement.
I bet we could help each other out, she thought, imagining them f*****g in one of the back offices or even the alleyway. She pictured his hands all over her body as he impaled her with whatever was hiding under his trousers and she could feel her panties get wet.
“f**k it,” she mumbled, deciding to throw caution to the wind and go for it. She was tired of her vibrator and needed a real man to give her what she needed. Something told her that Jake would definitely give it to her and without any strings attached.
Brandy turned to Misty, who was back at the bar. She touched her temple. “Hey, um, I know you need me but would you mind if I took a quick break? I’ve got this splitting headache and I think that if take a couple of pills and just chilled out for a while, I’ll feel much better.”
“No problem. I can handle it,” said Misty, her eyes sympathetic. “Go ahead and get away for a few minutes. The music probably isn’t helping your headache.”
“No, it’s not. Thanks. I’ll be back soon.”
“Okay.”
Brandy walked away from the bar and turned the corner, to stand next to the men’s bathroom. When Jake stepped out, he stopped abruptly. “Are you waiting for me?” he asked, pleasantly surprised.
“Yeah, actually I am. I have this problem and I think that you might be able to help me out with it,” she said, grabbing his hand.
“A problem?” he answered, looking unsure as she dragged him toward Slammer’s office. “What sort of problem?”
Brandy opened the door and pulled him inside. Then she locked the door and turned around, a mischievous look in her eyes “A personal one that you’re having right now, too.”
“You’ve lost me. What kind of a problem am I having?”
She grabbed him by the belt and pulled him toward her. “You need to get laid. So do I.”
His eyes widened at the touch of her hand on his crotch, which was now as hard as a rock.
“That feels nice. We don’t have much time,” she whispered, unbuckling his pants. Brandy stopped abruptly and looked up at him. “I’m sorry, are you okay with this?”
Jake, who was staring at her in awe, pulled her into his arms. “That’s an understatement,” he said, before crushing his lips against hers.
THREE MINUTES LATER, Jake had her bent over Slammer’s desk.
“Do it harder,” she demanded, looking at him over her shoulder. “f**k me harder.”
Jake increased his thrusts and she gasped in pleasure as he hit her G-spot. Getting f****d in Slammer’s office by a stranger with a big c**k, was so exciting that she came within seconds.
“Yes,” she growled, clenching her teeth together as he kept going. After a few more thrusts, he gasped in pleasure and pulled out of her, squirting his seed all over her back.
“f**k,” he whispered, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “Did that just happen?”
“I know, right?” she whispered, turning around to look at him. “I just wish we had more time to go again.”
“Yeah, me too. Sorry, I couldn’t last. Like I said, it’s been a while and you’re so damn sexy.” He grabbed a couple of tissues from Slammer’s desk and began wiping her back off with them. “So, who’s Trevor?”
“What do you mean?” she asked, feeling her cheeks turn red.
“You said his name once.”
She’d noticed it too but had hoped he’d missed it. “I’m sorry. It’s my ex, but, I swear, it was a reflex,” she lied. “I knew exactly who was f*****g me.”
Jake threw the tissues away. “It’s okay. I won’t hold it against you. I’ve got my own issues. You certainly helped me forget them for a while, though.”
“Glad I could help.” The phone inside her apron began to buzz. “Oh, s**t,” she said, realizing that she still had Trevor’s phone. Brandy pulled it out and noticed that Tank had been trying to call him. She needed to get his phone back inside of his jacket before he found that it was missing.
“Everything okay?”
She nodded. “We need to sneak out of here, though. Why don’t you go first?”
He kissed her and then quietly slipped out of the office.
Brandy checked Trevor’s phone again to see if anyone else had tried calling. It was then that she noticed an outgoing call. One that had occurred within the last few minutes.
She covered her mouth. “Oh, my God.”
Apparently, she’d accidently called Adriana during her session with Jake. The call had actually lasted for almost two minutes and she wondered if Adriana had heard anything. If Adriana had she would definitely think that it was Trevor having s*x with another woman. It would end their relationship.
Grinning triumphantly, Brandy erased the call, to cover her tracks. Alive with excitement, she snuck out of Slammer’s office and went back to the bar, singing to herself.
“You must be feeling better,” said Misty, pouring a drink for Jake. “Headache gone?”
She nodded quickly. “Yeah. It’s much better. Is Trevor still doing dishes?”
“Raptor? Yeah, I think so,” she answered.
“Okay,” replied Brandy, walking over to where the glasses were kept behind the bar. “I’ll go back and get some. We’re really getting low.”
“Good idea.”
Brandy went to the kitchen and spotted Trevor by the sink, loading the last of the dirty glasses into the large dishwasher. He had his hair pulled back into a ponytail and wore a black doo rag.
“What’s up?” he asked, glancing at her.
“I’m just checking to see if you have some clean ones ready yet.”
He nodded toward a crate of glasses. “Those are clean.”
“Okay,” she said, noticing his jacket, which was slung over a metal chair, a few feet from the sink. “Oh, do we have any more Bloody Mary mix? I should bring some out.”
“It’s in the cooler,” he said, nodding toward a pair of metal doors.
She laughed nervously. “Could you get it for me? I saw a mouse in there last week. It freaked the hell out of me.”
“A mouse in the cooler?”
She nodded.
Sighing, Trevor turned off the water and marched over to the cooler. When he was inside, Brandy quickly rushed over to his jacket and slipped the phone back into one of the pockets. As she was moving away, he walked out of the cooler with two bottles of Clamato. “Will this work?”
“Yeah, thanks,” she replied, as he handed it to her. “I owe you.”
Not answering, Trevor walked back over to the sink and began washing dishes again.
“You okay?” she asked, noticing the way his jaw was set.
He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. “I’m fine. Misty still out there?”
“Yeah, where else would she be?”
His phone began to ring and Brandy jumped.
“Someone’s a little jittery today,” said Trevor walking over to his jacket. He pulled out his phone and looked at the screen.
“Who is it?”
“Tank,” he replied and then answered the phone.
She listened as he talked with Tank, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.
“What do you mean you’ve been trying to call me? My phone hasn’t rang in the last half hour,” said Trevor. “Seriously, brother. I haven’t heard it ring.”
Swallowing, Brandy turned around and quickly left the kitchen.
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