A week had passed and Jasmine was right, it did seem like she needed at least that much time to go through my filing system. I found that I didn’t care that she had to take that much time, because I would look up at her and her back would be to me, and I would get more intrigued by this woman.

She was there pretty much every time I was. During the day, she would go into her normal job, then come to the club and be there late until the night. She was putting all her energy into helping me out and I was appreciative of that. She even came in on the following Saturday, when I was sure she would typically have been off.

As I watched her on that Saturday, organizing the drawer into files, with papers spread out all over a table, I couldn’t help but stare. Her neck was peeking out from under her ponytail and for a brief moment, I considered what it would feel like to kiss that beautiful neck of hers. My eyes ran down her back and landed on her ass and I twitched in my seat, getting uncomfortable in the crotch of my pants.

I bit back a groan, then looked down, needing to get her off of my thoughts. However, I then looked back up and she was now massaging her neck, then tossed her head back and twirled her neck around, cracking it to become more comfortable. I’m sure it was the fact that we had been working so close to one another, nearly non-stop over the past four days, but suddenly I was drawn to this woman like a magnet and it took every ounce of my control not to go to her and pull her into my arms, beg her for sex, and then ultimately fuck her on my desk. The mere thought had me excited from the waist down. I gasped as the vision overtook me and barely missed the knock on my door.

 “Boss?”

I quickly looked towards the door and Sam was staring at me. His eyes went from me to Jasmine and he smirked as if he knew. By this point, Jasmine looked up and she smiled, catching me off guard once more.

“What?” I snapped.

Sam widened his stare. “Well, um…you’re needed out in the bar.”

I quickly stood up. “I’ll be right there.” There was so much pressure building in my boxer shorts, that I worried she could tell the amount of arousal I had right now. “If you need anything, you know where to find me.”

She nodded and again smiled. “Of course!” She looked back at her paperwork and I headed out of my office and further away from her. It was the best thing anyway, because I wasn’t sure how much more I could take to just sit there and feel the desire creeping up inside of me.

When I got out to the bar, I walked over to Sam. “What’s up?” I asked.

“The stupid cash register is acting up again and is stuck.” I looked at Sam. It seemed like such a trivial thing that needed fixing, but I went over to it. Usually a few forceful pushes on the drawer and it fixed the problem. This time I did it three times, but to no avail. I grabbed a knife from a drawer and moved it over the lip of the drawer and then pushed the drawer and it popped open. I glanced at Sam and he smirked.

“Why didn’t I think of that?” he asked.

I laughed. “Next time you’ll remember.” I tossed the knife in the dirty tray, then looked back at the club. I really didn’t want to go back in there, especially when my erection had finally subsided. As I was looking around the bar area, I spotted the table with my friends and was quick to make my way to them.

“Heya boys,” I said, putting my hands on the back of Marcus’ and Damon’s chair.

“Trevor!” They all yelled in unison.

I laughed. “How’s the staff treating you today?” I asked.

“Well, I wasn’t going to complain, but I’ve had an empty glass for at least a minute,” Marcus said.

I laughed. “I’ll get someone right on that.” I then looked back around the table. “Where’s Daxter?” I asked.

“His girlfriend and he went out of town for the weekend. He had a photoshoot and he thought he could also use it for a romantic getaway,” Dylan said.

“Well, that’s nice,” I commented.

The rest of the table and myself started talking about maybe he would use the time to ask Jenna to marry him. I was enthralled in talking about that, that I hadn’t noticed Jasmine approach.

“Well, hello there,” Dylan said.

I looked up and saw Jasmine standing beside me. I flushed and then shot a look at Jasmine. “You need something?” I asked.

“Yes!” She looked up from the paper she had in her hands. She looked around the table and a touch of pink appeared on her cheeks. She then looked at me. “I’m sorry for interrupting, but I’m confused by this order for two hundred dollars.”

I took the paper from her and looked it over. “Oh, these were decorations for a Bachelor party that the club hosted. They were paid for by the club, but then reimbursed by the guest.”

She nodded, grabbing it back from me. “Oh. Okay. I just wasn’t sure if it was out of your pocket or theirs, so thanks for that,” she said. “Sorry again!” she mumbled.

“It’s alright, Jasmine. Anytime!” I said.

She smiled, then whirled on her heel and left the table. I turned around to find all eyes on her. Both Dylan and Damon whistled their approval and I shot them disapproving looks. “Who. Was. That?” Dylan asked.

He looked up at me and I shook my head. “That’s Jasmine, the consultant that I hired to work for me.”

“Wait a minute!” Marcus said, turning to look up at me. “That is who you hired from J & E Consulting Firm?” he asked.

I had wanted it to be a secret, but it was clear the secret was out. “Yes. Why?”

Marcus snickered. “Some guys have all the luck. My consultant was a guy with a beer belly and a tattoo wrapped around his neck. How’d you come up with her?”

I snickered. “Luck of the draw, I guess.” I turned to find her just at the bar and my eyes slipped down to her firm ass. I looked back at the men and they were now staring at me. “What?” I asked, feeling annoyed.

“Nothing!” they each said, then chuckled and went back to talking.

I knew what they were thinking, but they weren’t going to get me to admit anything. Sure I liked my hot consultant, but the question was…did she like me? That was really what kept dragging my attention away. I wasn’t going to risk everything by taking a chance, unless I was one hundred percent certain. I had my bar to consider and with any hope it was on the road of doing better.

 

***

 

Another week went by, before she finally stated that the paperwork was finally in order and she wanted to go over ways that she thought the bar would improve. However, the night was busy, probably one of the busiest I had had in over two years. So, every time she tried to get me to go over things with her, I had to apologize and tell her that I would find her as soon as I was finished.

I didn’t plan on that not being until two in the morning, when the bar was just closing. I thought she had probably already left for the night, but I found her in my office as I went to grab my things and head home.

“Oh…Jasmine. I didn’t realize you were still here,” I said.

She looked up from her notebook. Her hair was a frazzled mess, but she’d never looked more beautiful. She stood up from behind my desk, looking embarrassed that I found her sitting there. “Well, I got busy working and nearly forgot the time. We can go over this on Monday, if you would prefer.” She looked at her notebook, but I shrugged.

“As long as you’re still here, I don’t mind staying,” I said.

She nodded and then opened her notebook back open.

“I had an idea. What if you have a night where you can open up the club to the public, offering them free drinks for their first round?”

I frowned. “Free drinks? Opening up to the public?” I shook my head. “I don’t know. It seems to me that that’s one way to quickly go out of business.”

She shrugged. “I can see why you’d say that, but really you do have to spend money to make money. Trust me that people aren’t going to be able to stop at only one drink. Then, if you are offering the general public a chance to come in, that will get them enticed to join the club. Plus, chances are they will use the casino machines and the pool tables and that is all more money in your pocket. I really think this could work, but are you willing to take a chance?” She held up the notebook and showed me the figures she had worked out and the potential money I could take in during the night. She then scrunched up her nose.

“I know that it could be much less, but I think this is your best chance at bringing this bar back up to your standards…and the standards of your dad and your grandfather.”

I did like the sound of that and I was putting my trust in her, because I did have faith in her abilities. “I suppose it could work.”

She smiled. “It will work. Imagine this club on Saturday night booked to capacity with a line of customers waiting to get in. I know it can work.”

“Okay, then I say we can give it a shot.”

“Yes!” She looked like a little girl on Christmas morning and I had to smile at her excitement. “Are you free tomorrow?” she asked.

I frowned. “It’s Sunday. Don’t you want a day off?”

She shook her head. “Not if we’re going to have this shindig ready by next week. We need to make fliers and bulletins and we need to start a revolution, where all your regular guests tell their friends and get them in here. People aren’t going to want to miss this. Trust me.”

I laughed. “Okay, if you want to get together tomorrow, we’ll get together tomorrow. Say six o’clock? I can make us supper here.”

She laughed.

“You cook?” she asked.

I didn’t know why she was so surprised, but I nodded. “I do indeed cook and you won’t want to miss out on my masterpiece recipe.”

She arched an eyebrow, then smiled. “Okay, then I’ll see you at six o’clock.”

We made plans for her to meet me in the back alley, so I could let her in. Then we would immediately get started. I didn’t know what it would all entail, but I did know that I was excited to get the ball rolling and hope that things did all work out as she thought they would.