Welcome to Racer's

Chapter 5

As Bruno thanked the audience for coming, the crowd cheered and applauded their winner excitedly. And then the proper rush started. It was almost like the whole pub converged on the bar at once. Tammy worked fast, trying to get to as many people as she could. But they all seemed to be ordering tequila shots.

"Dad, I'm running low on lime wedges, are there more?"

He yelled back. "Yeah honey, in the fridge out back."

She nodded, and after handing back change to the person she waved an apology to the rest of the people waiting, telling them she'd be back ASAP.

She made her way around to the back, spotting the fridge. But as she walked briskly towards it, someone came around the corner, walking directly into her.

They collided with a thud, and she almost fell over, but instead felt herself being held steady by some extremely strong arms.

"Fuck, sorry! I didn't see you."

Bruno's hands were on her arms, and it made her feel like her body was on fire. She looked up at him, realising once again how close they were standing. She could smell his cologne. It was mixed with the smell of sweat from standing in the hot lights.

Tammy was almost overwhelmed by it.

He. Smelled. Incredible.

Fuck .

She stepped back, knowing she was blushing furiously.

"Um, that's...it's... all good."

He released her from his grasp. "Are you grabbing something from the fridge? Do you need a hand?"

She shook her head. "Just limes. I should be able to manage."

He looked down at her, smirking. "I'll help you"

It pissed her off. She already told him she didn't need help. Fuck off . She thought. I don't need to be spending any more time around you than I need to.

"I don't need your help . Thanks"

He sighed, and followed her to the commercial fridge anyway.

She opened the door, and was immediately overwhelmed by how big it was on the inside.

She stepped in, and Bruno leaned against the door frame, cockily. She frowned to herself, and instead busied herself looking for limes. Where the fuck are they!?

She looked around for a few moments, before she heard a quick whistle to get her attention.

He did not just fucking whistle at me .

She looked at Bruno, furious.

He pointed upwards, smirking at her.

She looked up.

Fuck .

A set of tubs rested way on the top shelf, a large label reading 'sliced limes'

There was no fucking way she was going to be able to reach it.

Tammy stood on her tippy-toes, stretching her arm up as far as it would go.

She sighed, dropping back to her heels.

Bruno stepped into the fridge, walking over to her. For a moment she found herself hoping he would take her by the waist and lift her up. Just so she could feel his hands on her again.

But instead, he just stood in front of her.

"Need help, Tammy?"

"You could have just told me they were up really high, instead of making me look like an idiot."