Talking Dirty by Jennifer Seasons

Talking Dirty by Jennifer Seasons

Author:Jennifer Seasons
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollinsPublishers
Published: 2016-11-21T05:00:00+00:00


Chapter Eleven

THEME NIGHT WAS upon Jake.

That was part of the reason he was currently holed up in the back of the bar playing accountant. He’d wanted a few hours of calm and quiet before the storm. Last year they’d far exceeded the pub’s maximum capacity, and it had spilled onto the patio and beyond. If this year was anything close to that he was really going to need his camping getaway.

Last year it’d saved his sanity.

This year he’d prearranged everything so that he could take off afterward into the backwoods of the great Rocky Mountains for five blissful days of not having to see or speak to another soul. Aidan had even agreed to look in on his dad for him, so he’d covered everything. It was going to be so sweet.

He was laying tracks out of town tomorrow.

But tonight—tonight was the fun.

He grinned, going back to work, and began humming along when the player tucked in the back corner of his office shuffled CDs and his favorite musical guilty pleasure, Taylor Swift, came on.

Jake figured that not too many people got excited about doing their finances—and for good reason. Before he and the guys had hit the proverbial gold mine, he’d hated it too. Of course, he’d also been living paycheck to paycheck working as a brew master for his main competition across town, Gold Nugget Brewery and Pub. Not to be confused with the Golden Nugget Saloon off Water Street. They served the hard stuff. And they’d permanently banned his father from the place five years back after he’d had a few too many Jägers and picked a fight with the bartender when he’d been cut off.

Still, before Jake had struck it rich, going over the accounts hadn’t been his cup of tea. Now, however, he was so damn thankful every day for what he had that paying his monthly bills was an enjoyable task. It made him happy.

Because he was living the dream, baby.

He had just finished paying the utility bill online when someone knocked on the door, slightly jarring him. “Come in,” he called out, hoping it was the bar manager, Cory Reynolds, coming to tell him they’d found a copy of Super Bowl ’98 to play on the TV screens later after all. Jake had thought it would be the perfect finishing touch for the night, but so far nobody they’d asked seemed to have a copy.

“Look at you, being quite the businessman.”

Apple.

Heat instantly coiled in the pit of his stomach. The last time he’d seen her, she’d been flushed and glassy-eyed with arousal. Though she looked clearheaded now, she still flushed when they made eye contact.

“It keeps me honest,” he said, fighting the biggest urge to make those gorgeous blues of hers go all hazy again. He shook his head and leaned back in his chair, propping his Merrells on his scarred wood desk. Lacing his fingers behind his head, he let his gaze roam freely over her, and grinned. “Look at you, being quite the bohemian.



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