All Mine

Chapter Two

Once all the orders were out, we quickly cleaned up the kitchen once more. This time Ethan had double checked-no one else was ordering. Knowing Monica had a good hour before we could go home, I decided to head back into the kitchen to make a list of what needed to be prepped for the lunch and dinner shift tomorrow. Looking up, I see that she is nearly finished as she is clearing the table, the kitchen hand is just waiting for the dirty dishes to arrive so she can go home too. Knowing she is not far off from finishing, I make my way out to her car.

“Argh!!” I screamed.

Slamming into something with such force that I went flying backward screaming. “Bloody Hell! Watch where you are standing! You bloody i***t!” I yelled as I fell. A very large, strong set of hands held onto my arms, holding me upright until I got my balance. “Ow lass, where is the fire? It’s OK, I got you.” The stranger said. Having such strong hands holding me, I fought to break free, which they let go. I backed up until I hit the door behind me, looking up in fear of whoever I had just run into. Are they going to hit me for this?

It was the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on, very tall, and he seemed so tall considering how short I am. His clothing looks way too tight for him, like he chose to wear clothes a size or two too small, so his muscly body shows through. His face is hard but giving off soft feelings, he looks like he hasn’t shaved in days, his dark amber eyes look like they are laughing at me. “Where’s the fire?” the stranger said. I realized I was staring at him and not saying anything back at him. I am in so much trouble, no man has ever given me these types of feelings before. My body is tingling from the spots he had touched, his smell is so intoxicating, and his voice is so sexy to my ears. I know exactly what my family would say if I bought a Scottish man home. Why is my gut telling me it knows him?

Now that I still haven’t responded to anything, he said he's looking a little angry at me. “Lass?” He said, concerned. Dana thought answered the man... “Um... What?” I said softly.

What the hell was that, Dana?

I was so lost in his eyes, that I finally noticed him talking to me again. “A R E Y O U O K A Y?” he struck the words slowly like I was deaf and not understanding what he was saying to me. “Perfectly fine until you chose to stand in a bloody doorway!” I yelled at him... smooth Dana. His face lit up like I said the nicest thing to him. “Aye! You’re Irish! Is that why your claws are out, lass?” He says this with the biggest smile on his face. I cannot think his smile is so beautiful, right?

Nope, I have lost my f*****g mind, I huffed out my answer “No!” like he just assaulted me. “Hmmm,” He says this like he doesn’t believe me. I see his eyes traveling up and down my body, having a good look at me. I know I shouldn’t get feisty about it considering I did the same thing to him, but then he smiles at me like he likes what he is seeing. “Where are my manners? My name is Dean McCarthy.” He smiles with his hand out for me to shake. I took his hand into my small one, giving it a good shake. His hand were rough like he was working with his hands all the time. His hand is so huge it makes mine look like a child’s hand in his, just the sheer touch of his sends a shiver down my whole body, sending pools of liquid to my panties. I realized I hadn’t told him my name yet, “Dana O’Sullivan.” I said with a smile on my face.

I saw his eyebrows twitch. I wonder if he knows that name. Don’t be silly, most people in the world know that last name. No, thanks to my father and brother if they watch enough world news. In the pit of my stomach, I got the sense he was going to ask what I was dreading hearing. “Aye, you an O’Sullivan?” He asked this, looking very serious. I felt like slapping him, it was like he didn’t listen to what I just said. “Yes, that is what I just said.” Sounding more pissed off than what I actually am, he just smiled at me like he finds this whole conversation hilarious. “Any relations to Pat and Tommy O’Sullivan?” He asked the one question I hoped I would never have to answer, I honed my face to show I did not recognize the names he just asked.

“Don’t know, O’Sullivan is just as common as Smith, besides everyone whose Irish knows those two names for a good reason. Your point being?” I asked, doing my best to sound unaffected by this information. “Um... Nice meeting you... I’m off... Um... um... see you around.” I said, wow, did I just sound like a teenager again, lost for words and not making any sense? His face is trying not to laugh, but his eyes are giving him away. “I will be seeing you around lass.” He sounded so confident in that statement. The look he's giving me as I walk past him to head towards Monica’s car tells me he didn’t believe me, it’s like he knows the pair of them. Which is odd, no one in the states should know them that well.

Is he one of their contacts?

No, that cannot be true. My family wouldn’t work with a Scottish person. Someone who was Scottish did a wrong to them ages ago. Even since then, they no longer trust any Scottish people.

I leaned up on the back of her car, looking down at my phone. I get the feeling I am being watched. I look up to see he is looking at me, not even hiding the fact either that is very creepy behavior, but I cannot seem to take my eyes off him either.

Does that make me a creep too?

Spotting Monica locking up the front doors as she starts to run off towards her car, spotting me leaning on it. “Oh my god sweetie! I am so sorry! Some lazy person didn’t do the work that was needed to close the bar down!” Monica screamed out. I smiled up at her. I know what she means. It is a pain when others do not pull their weight, and it holds you up in finishing up. I know back down south some places would not pay you overtime for this type of work and that is wrong. She has that cheeky smile on her face like she is up to no good. “Dana, are you up to partying the rest of the night away?” Monica is smirking at me, but she said it very loudly. Should I go out, I do have to work tomorrow, but I really need some time to let my hair down. “Sure, why da hell not, but we will need to go home and clean up first as I smell like a deep fryer mixed with dishwater,” I said, doing my best to look like I would be sick when I smell my chef jacket, while Monica watches on laughing, jumping into the car we headed off towards home.

Once home, we both headed up to our own bathrooms. Monica’s bedroom has an ensuite, while I use the main bathroom. An hour and a half later, and we are both ready to party the night away. It might be nearly midnight, but we can still have some fun. As I walk down to our lounge room, Monica starts wolf whistling and doing a grind with her hips at me. “Damn girl, where have you been hiding that playsuit?!” Monica says this as she walks around me checking me out. I’m wearing a black, off the shoulder long sleeve, short, lightly sparkling playsuit, with nude high heels. She reminds me so much of one of my old best friends back at home. “Just got it last week, do you like it?” I asked her.

I know if she likes it the minute I put it in the wash she will claim it as hers and I don’t want that cause it’s mine and I hate sharing with her as she never gives the items back. Monica has chosen her go-to outfit black spaghetti strap singlet with a plunging neckline showing everything off, with a skin-tight grey high waisted skirt and her massively high stiletto heels. She screams “HELL YEAH! Let’s get our party on!” Ahh man, it will be a big night, hopefully, she remembers she has to work tomorrow. Monica turns to me with her purse in her hands, “Babe are we driving it or calling an Uber?” Hmm, that is a good question Monica, what should we do?