"Mysterious." She smirks. "Now if that's all you need you may go." Riley goes to walk past me, but instead I grab her forearm, pulling her towards me as she gaps.
We both stand, neither of us moving. I still hold her with my hand. Our arms are brus...
I finished my opening tasks for the bar pretty quickly considering I got here so early. It only took me twenty minutes so I still have around thirty minutes before I was normally supposed to get here. This is going to be a really long morning shift.
Sinking my head, I place my arms on the bartop and lay my head on top of them. Considering my sleep last night I could do with a good power nap before the restaurant opens. The sound of shoes can't be ignored as the echo plays throughout the empty building. Placing themselves at the barstool in front of me, I dread to bring my head up and view the stupid boss man I would wager is sitting there.
"Riley." He says so plainly, but the mere sound of his voice seems to awaken my body and heighten my senses, as my only hope is for him to speak once more. Just the presence I feel from his eyes on me will send my body into hyperactive mode. My mind can't just be at peace when he is so deathly close. The things that this man does to me without even laying a finger on me is mind breaking.
Instead of looking him in the eye, I simply turn my head to the side so he can hear me clearly without the muffled sound of my head down. "Declan".
Without even looking in his direction I can picture the smirk that rests on his perfect lips. God, why does he have to be so handsome. It's actually really annoying.
"You shouldn't feel embarrassed." He speaks again.
Sighing, I respond. "Yeah well I don't really want my coworkers to see me like that."
Humor is laced in his words, "Like what?"
That gets me to look up as I meet his intense stare. "I am not even gonna dignify that with a response."
Tilting his head to the side, Declan comes to wear an amused and playful smile. Just looking at him, I have to resist the urge to match his demeanor.
"Are the words too dirty for you, love?"
It's wrong, the things that word does to me. The way the sound comes out of his mouth does something to my inside that has them utterly shaking inside me. I have to shift my legs from underneath me to stop the feeling them give me down there. Love. It's so simple, but I can't help but get goosebumps everytime he says it.
Instead of the primal instincts my body gives me, I instead listen to my head and take the more straightforward approach of narrowing my eyes in his direction, effectively scowling towards him.
"No."
"Is it too hard for you to say that your boss fingered your little pussy." His words have me squirming and the feeling of wetness pools under me. Damn myself for not wearing underwear.
"It does not bother me what I did, more like who did it." I forwardly state. A slight quiver in Declan's brow can be seen, but as soon as it's there it is gone one more. Almost making me believe it didn't happen. Almost.
"You wound me Riley."
Feeling bad about how harshly my words came out, I try to backtrack and explain. "I only mean that I don't want them to get the wrong impression."
He quirks a brow waiting for me to continue. "And what impression might that be?" He then leans over the counter and rests on his forearms. Even the simple action of moving his arms, has my head spinning of how his arms were around me not thirty minutes ago.
Taking in a deep breath, "I don't want anyone to think that the boss is giving me special treatment. Or that I am trying to get something from you." I explain.
Confusion fills his face, "Why would you care what anyone thinks about you?"
"Doesn't everyone?" Furrowing my brows to him. How could he say that like it's the dumbest notion he has ever heard."
"If I let my life and decisions be dictated by what others thought of me, I wouldn't get very far." His face softens towards me. I need to avert my eyes from his powerful gaze. One look from him and feel as though he could figure me out in minutes. "You control who you let affect you Riley."
Smiling slightly at his words, I lean over the bar in front of him. Our faces barely inches apart as I look at him. His eyes burning within, an emotion I am not able to place.
"I'll keep that in mind Mr. O'Sullivan." His breathing hitches as the words come out. The atmosphere around us is tense and the look is too much. Backing up a little bit, I try to change the subject. "So tell me about yourself."
"What do you want to know?"
"Where are you from? What do you like to do? I don't really know, just anything." I shrug while leaning back against the back of the bar.
Declan seemed to really relax as we sat and talked about his family and where he is from. He is originally from Ireland, but spent lots of his time in Italy while growing up since his mom grew up there. I can tell from the way that Declan speaks about them, his family is everything to him, especially his mom. Delcan speaks so highly of how his mom raised him to be the man he is today. He doesn't speak too much about his father, but I don't push or ask any questions.
He talks about his best friend, Mathew. He is also his cousin, but it sounds like the two of them are more like brothers. He speaks of their childhood together and how they were utterly inseparable. The games they would play, the pranks that soon followed and the bond they shared sounds like the ideal relationship anyone would long to have with their best friend.
Even touching on the subject of his sister, he talks about how much his sister and him butt heads. Saying that Isabel is a royal pain in his ass, but he wouldn't have it anyother way.
Hearing him speak so highly about his family made me emotional a couple of times, but I made sure to keep my feelings in check while I am around him. It was obvious the passion that this man felt about his family and the connection they hold.
Declan relaxed so much after talking about his family. The time flew by us and before we knew it, one of the servers walked past us to unlock the doors for the breakfast shift. I feel as though I have a newfound appreciation for the man sitting across from me as I stare into his eyes.
Clearing his throat, Declan looks back to me. "So I have been meaning to ask you." When I make no movement he continues. "About those bruises-"
Before he can even finish his sentence I push up from the counter behind me and start walking out of the bar and past him to the kitchen. "Storytime is over."
Right as I pass Declan, his words stop me in my place. "I will find out what you are hiding."
Turning to face him. "You couldn't handle it." A smile adorns his face as he believes I am joking. But the cold expression on my face makes his smile drop as I turn and keep walking.
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