Getting Rowdy
Page 8Grinning, Avery asked, “She had you worried?”
“A little.” He rolled his shoulders, rubbed the back of his neck. “I like Ella. She’s a hard worker with a great outlook. Never complains. Smiles at all the customers. But man, she does like to put it out there on display.”
“And here I thought you enjoyed that sort of thing.”
“Somewhere else, sure. But we’re trying to be a different type of bar, remember.”
Realization hit. “So the uniform shirts were your way of downplaying Ella’s assets without hurting her feelings?”
He shrugged. “It seemed better than telling her that she was showing too much boob.”
Avery laughed. “An ingenious move.” She picked up a shirt to better examine the logo. “And I like this. Casual but classy.”
“It’ll go with your jeans.”
Since that’s all she wore while working, she appreciated the effort. “Thanks for that. Just so you know, if you’d produced some cheesy uni that either looked ridiculous or like a fetish, I would have refused.”
“I figured.” Rowdy watched her as she gathered up three shirts and the aprons. “Looks like you’re doing the opposite of Ella.”
“How’s that?”
“A size larger than you need, versus her size smaller. You hide your figure. Ella flaunts hers. But I guess it balances out.”
“It’s not that I’m hiding anything.” Though she had stopped dressing to attract attention a while ago. “It can get pretty fast paced behind the bar. I need freedom of movement. Comfort is more important to me than anything else.”
“Avery?”
He didn’t move from his seat, didn’t change his tone, so it took her by surprise when he asked, “Why were you early today?”
Pausing, Avery felt the memories flood back in on her.
Rowdy’s deep, rough groan.
His taut expression while coming.
Flustered, she avoided his gaze while fussing with the garments. “I left my phone here last night.”
Slowly, Rowdy leaned forward in his seat and crossed his arms on the tabletop. “You could have gotten it when you got here.”
And instead she’d caught him getting his jollies in the office. “I needed to make a call before my shift started.”
“Yeah? Who did you call?”
No way would she tell him she’d planned to set a doctor’s appointment to get on the pill...because she’d wanted him to get his jollies with her.
But definitely not in the office. “It doesn’t matter now.”
He picked up that bad attitude again. “A boyfriend?”
Avery did a double take. “Where in the world did you come up with that?”
“You got a call from a man. Someone you’re seeing?”
There was a heavy pause before Rowdy asked softly, “No?”
Refusing to admit it again, she checked the clock on the wall. “I need to go or I’ll miss the bus.”
His gaze searching her face, he came to his feet with her. “Bus?”
“Did you think I walked?”
“No, but I assumed...” He shook his head. “I’ll drive you home.”
“Nooo, you will not.” It was difficult enough being with him in a break room; a closed car would be too much temptation. “Thanks anyway.”
Irritation honed his tone. “Damn it, Avery, this is a tricky situation for me.”
For him? “That has to be a joke, right?”
The muscles of his jaw flexed. “I wish you hadn’t walked in on me today.”
“That makes two of us!”
“But you did,” he stated, “and I think we should talk about it.”
Oh, no, she would not let that intimate tone and determined expression win her over. “I’m not your keeper, Rowdy. And believe me, even without the peep show today, I wasn’t ignorant about your...overactive sex drive. I just hadn’t expected to trip over it at work.”
“It was before work, and an isolated incident.”
“Sure it has.”
Her stomach cramped—until he continued.
“But not here.”
Sputtering, Avery snapped, “Here is what I was talking about!”
“Yeah?”
He left her so disconcerted, she could barely find words. “I wasn’t suggesting that you had never...that you hadn’t...” No, she couldn’t spell it out for his amusement. She squared her shoulders. “I’ve never met a more uninhibited person.”
Male arrogance curled his mouth. “So it was just the location that upset you?”
“I’m not upset!”
At her raised voice, he lifted a brow.
Inhaling in a bid to regain control, Avery said more calmly, “What you do in your own time is your own business.”
“That was my own time—time I wanted to spend with you, but you weren’t interested.”
Dropping the shirts, Avery propped her hands on her hips. “That’s your excuse?”
He eased closer. “Sorry, honey, but I don’t need an excuse.” Oh-so-gently, he smoothed back a curl that had escaped her ponytail. “I’m a grown man, it’s my bar and I wasn’t expecting anyone to show up so early, especially not you.”