His Proposal - MATURE VERSION (completed)✔️

4.

Jai POV

I am sitting in my office filling out forms for my business when I see a brown haired woman sitting at the bar. She orders a drink and throws it back. She says something to the bartender and he says something back to her.

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

I watch her climb onto the bar and she has a lighter in her hand. She flicks the lighter and raises it towards the sprinklers.

I can't have her flood my bar.

I push my seat back and walk to the door. I stick my head out the door and yell. "SEND THE GIRL UP."

That woman has balls 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.

I walk back to the seat and sit. I turn towards the window and look at the city below.

The street is bustling with people and cars.

The door to my office open and I feel eyes on me. I continue to look out the window and wait for her to do something.

She clears her throat.

I spin the chair around and I come face-to-face with the most beautiful girl I've seen in my life. 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 asks. She stands taller and her face is blank of an expression.

I wish I knew what she was thinking.

I shake my head. "Nah, I get to look at you. Since, you were the one that blew into my club like a fire cracker." I cross my arms over the desk and 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. Please, can you give me a shot? I'll show you that I'm the right person for the job."

Why would a beautiful girl like this be desperate for a job? There's plenty of jobs that she can do, other than serve rich guys in expensive suits.

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

I hope this isn't a mistake.

I look at the table and then back to 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 to Wednesday we close at 10.00. Thursday to Saturday 6am. I'll need you until 2am. On the late nights."

"I'll do it." She says.

I move towards her. "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."

"Max, the guy behind the bar will train you tomorrow. Be here by 4.30. The club starts to get packed at seven on Wednesday." I point to the door. "You can leave now."