The Queen

Employed:

Nichole's P.O.V-

I wake up to the sun beaming down on my face. I try to recollect what occurred last night as I feel strong arms wrapped around me securely. I look over to face the person holding me, and it's Jax.

Flashbacks of last night come emerging back in my head.

Oh god.

I didn't.

Damn it Nichole! I promised myself I wouldn't let him get the best of me. Not after what happened. I'm done being tormented by him, I've left. All I want is to be left alone.

Now I'm in some strangers room with a man I just met holding onto me. I have poor judgement, I know. But it's all you can do when you have nothing.

I try to move out of Jax' arms. I'm now on top of him trying to move. I let out a sigh of exhaustion, and I look down at Jax' abdomen.

"If you wanted to take advantage of me, all you had to do was ask darlin' ", Jax states with a smirk on his face.

I slap his chest, "Ow", Jax yelps.

"For your information, I was trying to escape", I reply smuggly.

"Sure you were", Jax innocently smiles.

I'm just about to get off of him, when the door fly's open.

"Dude, church-

I-um- I'm sorry", a man with long hair and a beard says.

I jump off of Jax, "Oh no-", I giggle.

"It's not what it looks like", I add.

Jax smirks, "It's definitely what it looks like".

I get frustrated, "It is not! Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go find your mother", I storm out of the room.

I walk out into the bar area, and I get amusing looks from all the men. At first I don't understand why, but then I look down and realize I'm only wearing Jax'  large shirt. The shirt is so long on me because I'm only 5'4", that it looks as if that's all I'm wearing.

"Would you mind not staring at me you dirty old perverts!", I retort.

"Hey! I'm not old lassie. I'm 25 plus shipping and handling", a man with a Scottish accent replies.

"Where's Gemma?", I ask.

"She should be in her office", someone remarks and puts their hand on my shoulder.

Out of instinct, I flip them and pin them on the ground.

"This position again?", Jax asks innocently.

I once again slap Jax' chest,  "Damn it Jax! Don't scare me like that!"

"If I do, will will we be in this position more?", Jax smirks.

I've had enough, I slap Jax on the face and go to find Gemma's office.

Once I've made it to the door, I knock on it.

"Come in", Gemma yells.

I walk in and close the door behind me, "Gemma"

"Nicole, you're awake", Gemma smirks.

Now I'm begining to think that smirk runs through the family.

"I came in here to ask you something", I mumble.

"Ok?", Gemma questions.

"Seeing as I don't have anymore money, I need to find a job. Just long enough for me to make enough money to get out of here. Do you know if any jobs are available?", I ask.

Gemma thinks for a moment, and then smiles.

"Actually I do", Gemma responds.

"Really!?", I question.

"Yes, do you know how to bartend?", Gemma questions.

"Actually, yes I do", I reply giving her a pondering look.

"Good, the club has a party almost every other night. We need a bartender. For now you can just use Jax' bedroom to stay in. That is, if you're interested", Gemma responds.

"Very interested", I thank her.

"Good, you're employed", Gemma smiles.

I start jumping up and down enthusiastically.

"But", Gemma adds.

I stop jumping, "But what?"

"But first we need to take you to get some clothes. My son's t-shirt won't make a good expression for the job", Gemma States.

I blush.

"It's-", I try to say but Gemma interrupts me.

"Not what it looks like?", Gemma

I blush.
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Jax' P.O.V-

I watch as Nichole walks off into Gemma's office.

"So, you and the lassie aye?", Chibs questions.

"No, not yet", I reply disappointed in myself.

Usually the Teller smile works. I mean, at least for every one of the other girls. One flash of a smile, and their panties are dropping. Apparently not this one.

"Yet", Opie smiles.

I smirk.

"How old is Lassie anyways?", Chibs asks.

I question myself and ponder the thought for a while. I have yet to come up with an answer.

"You know Chibs, I have yet to come up with that answer myself", I respond.

"Well ye better be findin' that out real quick Jackie boy, she could be jailbait", Chibs retorts.

"He has a point Jax, the club doesn't need that type of heat all because you can't keep your dick in your pants", Piney adds.

I sigh and hang my head down low. This girl's going to be the death of me.