Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
“You’re my one o’clock? Korrie Abernathy, right?”
I nodded and offered another smile before smoothing my suddenly sweaty palms over my navy slacks. Had I overdressed for a waitressing position? Right now I kind of felt like I had, since he wore faded blue jeans and a hoodie.
There was this awkward pause between us in which we just stared at each other, and then he cleared his throat and stepped aside, swinging his arm out in some old-fashioned gesture for me to lead the way.
“Please, after you. We can do this in my office.”
His words instantly had my thoughts going right into the gutter on the whole “we can do this in my office” line.
I felt the blood rush through my veins, and my heart was beating so hard and fast that I swore he’d be able to hear it as soon as I walked by him.
And as I put one foot in front of the other and moved past him, I prayed I wouldn’t make a fool out of myself and trip, which would most likely happen in my case, since I became perpetually clumsy when I was nervous.
I went into the room that had the only door open. It was clearly an office, and a minimalistic one at that, with a desk across from the door, a few filing cabinets, a vacuum leaning against the wall, still plugged in, and a worn brown leather couch off to the side with a blanket sling over it. For some reason I thought of him sleeping here on occasion.
Bishop sat behind the desk and exhaled, then gave me a blinding, very genuine smile as I took a seat in one of the two plain office-style chairs that were situated in front of the old wooden desk.
Then there was that silence again, his eyes locked on me, this weird thickness starting to fill the space between us.
“So, Korrie, tell me why you want to work at Lyrics.”
CHAPTER 2
Bishop
God, she was absolutely gorgeous. The most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. When I first locked eyes on her as I’d come out of the office, I literally lost my footing, unable to move—hell, unable to fucking breathe.
Breathtaking. Yeah… that’s what she was.
I found myself lifting a hand and rubbing the center of my chest. I knew I should have said something, but I was literally tongue-tied by how stunning she was.
Her hair was thick and curly, and so dark it reminded me of onyx. Her eyes were big, soulful, and a rich brown that was reminiscent of mahogany. Her dark skin was smooth, flawless, and her lips were pouty and red, drawing my eyes to them over and over again. I thought back to her body when I’d first seen her standing there. Despite the jacket and slacks she wore, I could tell she was curvy, feminine in all the ways that turned me on.
No, nothing and no one has ever made me feel like this.
“Well,” she said, and I blinked, bringing myself back to the present. “I love this bar and the atmosphere. It’s eclectic and unique, and my father loves all things jazz—as do I—so I thought this would be a perfect fit.”
“No,” I said, and she stopped, her eyes going wide. “Korrie, tell me why you want to work here.”
It took her a moment, but I saw that she knew I wanted the truth. I’d never asked an interviewee this, because it wasn’t my fucking business, but there was no denying there was something special about this woman, and a part of me grew curious to know all the things, all her secrets.
Finally she exhaled and glanced down at her lap, her thick curls falling over her shoulder. My fingers itched to touch her, to smooth my thumb under her chin and bring her head up so I could look into her warm mahogany eyes once more.
“My father is sick, and I need this job to pay his medical and prescription bills.” She looked up at me, and I leaned back, not expecting that to come from her. “And this is the only place that called me back for an interview.” She shrugged and glanced back down at her lap. I could see she twisted her hands together nervously.
“Look at me,” I said gently, coaxing. She lifted her head, and I smiled. “Thank you for being honest. You can’t know how nice it is to hear the truth.” I watched her shoulders relax, and she gave me a tentative smile in return.
“I wasn’t lying about loving this place though. All of that was the truth.” She licked her lips, and I was riveted to the sight.
I got hard.
My heart raced.
My palms started to sweat.
Nothing mattered but her. This tunnel vision settled in, and I embraced it.
“So when can you start?” I gave her a grin when I saw the surprise on her face.