~ Chapter 4 ~

Jackie took Bobby’s hand, her eyes catching his and yeah, she could see why he could have all the women.  Those arms, those tattoos, those fuck me eyes and all topped with that ‘come hither’ smile; yeah, could totally see; and she wouldn’t fault the many women who would be throwing themselves at him.  She wasn’t a fool either, she knew that could all be lethal; thank goodness she wasn’t some young, sexy thing or she would be falling for every little thing he did.

                “Sorry, yes, I’m Bobby, but you….you can’t be Jackie.”

                “I am.  Welcome to my bar; my other baby.  I’m sorry I was late.”  Bobby shook his head, his eyes running over the woman before him and smiled.

                “No, you’re really fine, I mean okay.  Buzz here just got done telling me about the bar, my schedule and this wavier.”  She perched on the corner of the desk and crossed her legs and Bobby had to suck in a breath.  This woman was stunning and she had no clue about it.

                “Yeah, I make a lot of specials, stuff I’ve played with over the years and they are quite popular; people have tried to steal them.  But those drinks belong to this bar and I won’t have anyone using it, it’s really my only golden rule and I will fire anyone who gives it away.”

                “Yeah, I can understand that.”

                “Great.  Do you have any questions?”

                “Are you sure you own this bar?”  Jackie laughed at that and Bobby had to adjust in the seat.  What the actual fuck?  No one had ever made him semi hard from laughing!

                “Yes, I’m sure.  I know, I’m not what you expected.”  That was the fucking understatement of the God damn year.  “But I wanted to own a bar since I was a teenager.  Something like this has always been my dream and it’s all mine; I even designed it myself.”

                “I’m impressed ma’am.”

                “Oh, God, please don’t call me that, Jackie is fine.  Ma’am makes me feel way older than I am.”  And hell if she didn’t look a day over 30; there was no way she was 38.  “Was that all of your questions?”

                “No.  Uh, the room upstairs…”

                “Buzz talked to you about it?”  Bobby nodded and Jackie smiled.  “Come on and let me show you it before you say you want it.”  She got off the desk and walked around it, opening a drawer and pulling out a key ring.  “It’s not very big, a one bedroom place, but a kitchen with room for a dining room.  The room has two twin beds and a small two seater dining room set.  Anything else, sorry, you will have to get.”

                “Why do you even have that?”

                “Sometimes we get to tired and it’s easier to crash.  Or when our patrons are way too drunk, I won’t let them drive or we have no taxis.  But I don’t mind renting it either.”  She walked up the stairs and he followed, his eyes trying to avoid the curve of the ass in front of him, and losing.

                “Do you get a lot of people staying here?”

                “Not really, which is why I don’t mind, the extra money won’t hurt.”  She quickly unlocked the door and let them in.  “Everything runs off the bar; the water, wifi and electric.  If you want a bigger bed or table set, I can put these in storage, it’s no big deal.”  Bobby stopped walking and leaned against the wall to look at the woman.

                “You’re way too nice.”

                “I’m not trying to scare you away, Bobby, but I do have my bitchy moments.”  She walked around the place as she finished showing him everything.  “I ask for five hundred a month.”

                “That’s it?”

                “It can get loud on your days off, and believe me, there could be other way nicer places around here.  Um, you can change anything you’d like but please no big holes or anything that might cost me a shit ton to repair.”

                “I maybe a lot of things, but I’m not that much of an asshole.  I like it Jackie, thanks and I’ll take it.”

                “Great.  Come on, let’s wrap up and you can get settled.  I know today is Thursday but if you rather not start today, I’m okay with that.”

                “Yeah, you are way too nice.”   

                “Don’t tell Sam that, she will totally disagree with you on that.”

                “Who is Sam?”

                “She’s my…”  Jackie stopped as Buzz called down from the bottom of the stairs.

                “Jackie, I’m having issues printing out the specials for tonight.”  Jackie sighed, gave Bobby a smile and shrugged.

                “Let me take care of that and Buzz where show you where you will be tonight.”

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                Bobby put the last of his things away and then changed his shirt to a black tee shirt and made his way downstairs, walking over to Jackie, who smiled at him.          

                “So, we usually do two or three specials a night, and since there are no games on tonight, it shouldn’t be too busy around here.  Buzz is going to work the outside bar, although it’s all connected.  I’m going to stay in here with you to help show you the ropes.”  She paused, gave him a side eye which caused him to lift a brow and she laughed.  “Also with me staying by you, you might not have every woman hitting on you.”

                “Are you the only female bartender?”  

                “Now I am.”

                “Don’t you have men hitting on you like crazy?”  She walked by him, a sweet scent flowing off of her that wasn’t there before and he mentally groaned; not a good sign.

                “Me?  With all of this,” she said, waving her hand down her body, making it sound bad when it was anything but.  “Not really.”  Yeah, he was going to have to doubt that; she probably just didn’t see it.

                “I doubt that.”  She laughed again but shook her head, not buying it.

                “Anyways, there are two registers; you can use any depending on how busy it is.  There is a cheat sheet for prices,” she said, holding it up and he nodded.  “The specials are here, along with the break down and prices.  And anything else, feel free to ask till you learn it.”

                “Sounds simple enough.”  He took the sheet, looking over her specials and he had to give her a nod, some of this he would never thought would go together but she had obviously tried them and they sold really well.  Sure, she had years on him and though he never once glanced an older woman, he sure as hell was glancing at her, in her Converse, her short shorts and her black shirt, towel flung over her shoulder.  Hell yeah he was glancing, maybe even staring.