"Aw seriously?" I sighed. My uncle paused on his way out the door of his deserted pub.
"It's only for a hour or two at most, Ally," he replied. "If it gets busy it's not fair to have Shaun on his own. I won't be long."
I was bitterly regretting my kind deed of dropping my dad's fishing gear down to my uncle. I'd only been roped into helping out behind the bar for the afternoon while he ran off to the cash n carry.
He slammed the door a little too vigorously and I turned back to look at Shaun, the barman my uncle had hired at the beginning of the summer. He said nothing but smirked.
He was hot. About six foot two I guessed, with a strong build and dark hair which seemed effortlessly and handsomely messed. His strong arms were folded over his chest, which seemed taut and tight under his plain black shirt. Sparkling blue eyes were now gazing out at me with amusement.
"You're not exactly dressed for this," he said. His voice was deep and dripped masculinity. I found myself thinking about kissing his smiling mouth.
It was true. I was in a small summer dress,which hardly covered my ass, bare legged and flip flopped.
"It's not like we'll be busy," I retorted. How was I going to work with this guy for an entire afternoon?
"Can you pull a pint?" he snapped back.
"Yes." I snarled.
"Show me then."
Walking behind the bar, I picked up my handbag, threw it underneath the optics, and grabbed a pint glass. I poured a Guinness, waiting a moment before topping it off, letting it settle. It wasn't my first time getting roped in to help at the pub.
"Hmmm," he said, leaning over me to reach the glass, and taking a sip. "That's perfect. You clearly know what you're doing." He smiled roguishly, and I knew exactly what he was thinking.
He was so close now that his crotch was nudging against the fabric of my dress. We both wanted something more than Guinness.
