His Proposal

His Proposal - 6

Jai's POV

Sitting in my office, filling out forms for my business, I see a brown-haired woman at the bar. She ordered a drink and threw it back. She said something to the bartender, and he replied.

I wish we had audio on the cameras to hear what she was saying to him.

The woman climbs onto the bar, holding a lighter in her hand. She flicks the lighter and raises it towards the sprinklers.

I can't have her flood my bar.

Pushing my seat back, I walk to the door and yell. "SEND THE GIRL UP."

That woman has the guts to pull a stunt like that at my bar. I wonder if she knows who I am. If she does, I can't wait to see her face.

Walking back to my seat, I turn towards the window. I look at the city below. The street is bustling with people and cars.

The door to my office opens, and I feel eyes on me. I look out the window and wait for the woman to say something.

She clears her throat.

Spinning the chair around, I come face-to-face with a beautiful woman. She has brown hair and baby-blue eyes. She crosses her arms while I scan my eyes over her body.

She's hot.

"Are you done?" She stands taller, and her face is blank.

I wish I knew what she was thinking.

Shaking my head, I say. "Nah, I get to look at you. Since you were the one who blew into my club like a firecracker." Crossing my arms over the desk, I ask. "What can I do for you?"

She moves closer to me. "I want a job."

I wasn't expecting that to come out of her mouth.

"Why should I give you a job after the stunt you pulled?"

She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. "I'm desperate. That's why I did it. Can you please give me a shot? I'll show you I'm the right person for the job."

Why would a beautiful woman like this be desperate for a job? She can do many jobs besides serving rich guys in expensive suits and drinking all night.

As I look closer at her, I see that her face is pale, and she has bags under her eyes. Her eyes are also puffy as if she's been crying and not getting enough sleep.

I hope this isn't a mistake.

Looking at the table and then back at her. "I'll give you the job. What time can you start? I need someone to help close the bar every night."

"I can be here from four until close. What time do you close?"

"Sunday through Wednesday, we close at 10 pm, and Thursday through Saturday, at 6 am. I'll need you until 2 am on the late nights."

"I'll do it."

Moving towards her, I say. "Why are you desperate for a job?"

"I have bills to pay. I can't live without a job." She looks at the ground. "No one is hiring at the moment. I tried a bunch of places before I came here."

"Max, the guy behind the bar, will train you tomorrow. Be here by 4:30 p.m. The club starts to get packed at seven on Wednesday." I point to the door. You can leave now."

She heads to the door. Before she exits, she turns towards me. "What's your name?"

"Jai Marshall."

"Shit!" she whispers.