Leaning back against the counter I pull my phone from my back pocket and pull up want ads for bartending jobs. Hmm, not a lot open, maybe I should drive around and just apply at places. Then it catches my eye, “The Luscious Leopard, hiring bartenders and entertainers.” Yep, I’m gonna apply there. I’ve heard it’s run by a motorcycle club, the Dark Leopards, but that doesn't bother me. Shit I’ll probably be safer there than anywhere else.
Locating the address, I put it into my GPS. Reaching down I pat Jax’s head before saying, “Be a good boy and watch the house, buddy.”
I run back to my room to change into something more presentable and head out. What’s the worst that could happen, they say no?
28
Jude
Damn it feels good to be back home in Spotted Hills, Texas. That last Mexico run was a bitch. But when your Prez calls and says he needs you to be somewhere, you don’t ask questions, you go. That’s what happens when you’re the enforcer for an MC. The Dark Leopards MC is not just my club, but my family. These men are my brothers, I’d lay my life down for any one of them.
When I got home from the Navy, I had no idea what I was gonna do with my life. Being medically discharged was not how I saw ending my career with the SEALS.
Then one day I met Salvation and Ridge, both members of the local motorcycle club, the Dark Leopards MC. I was having a drink at the Luscious Leopard when a fight broke out. Two dumbass drunks decided to fight over one of the girls and caused quite the scene. I, being the guy I am, stepped in and immediately defused the whole thing to avoid any of the girls getting hurt. After dragging the assholes outside and sending them on their way, I walked back in to finish my drink.
When I sat back down at the bar, Ridge, the club's Vice President, approached me offering me a job and that's when Salvation piped in offering to sponsor me, saying the club could use someone like me if I was interested, which I was of course, and the rest is history. That was seven years ago. Now I hold the position of the club enforcer and occasionally bounce at the club on the weekends to add extra muscle.
Nothing like being surrounded by a bunch of beautiful females, shifter and human, and my brothers, as well as the “a-list” clientele. Not very often when working as head bouncer do I have to worry about drama, but when it happens, I’m there to handle it, quietly. Last thing we need are cops in here snooping around or asking questions anyways.
It’s your typical Friday afternoon and I’m already at the club, setting up for tonight’s festivities. We’ve got a couple of bachelor parties and a big twenty-first birthday bash headed in tonight. I’m not expecting anything rowdy but when there’s naked women and booze involved, there’s no telling what’ll happen.
“Dude, tell them girls to take it easy on the damn perfumes,” I yell out to Brent, the DJ and one of our prospects.
“Jude, what the hell are you talking about? None of the girls are here yet,” Brent hollers as he came from the back.
“You don’t smell that? It’s like a field of wildflowers with a hint of apple blossoms,” I say as the front door opens and suddenly the scent is stronger.
“Hello,” the girl standing in the door says.
She’s engulfed in sunshine and I can't make out her face, but I know she’s the source of that scent the moment she speaks.
Mate.
What, are you crazy? She’s not our mate.
Yes, she is. And she smells divine.
Shut up, not possible. I’d know.
Why else do you think we’re the only ones who can smell her scent? Open your eyes asshole, SHE’S. OUR. MATE.
“Hello, am I in the right place? I’m here about the bartending position I saw online,” she says as she tucks some loose strands of her gorgeous auburn red locks behind her ear.
“Oh, hey, um yeah. Welcome to the Luscious Leopard. Let me just get Ridge, the hiring manager for ya. I’m Jude, head of security here,” I answer.
“Hi, I’m Sharayah Jensen.” She smiles.
Sharayah. Mmmm sexy.
Stop it.
No.
Yes, she’s here for a job. Not our mate.
Whatever, you’ll see.
Ugh.
Pulling my phone from my back pocket I hit Ridge on speed dial. “Hey man, got a gal here looking to apply for the bartending position,” I tell him when he answers.
“Okay, be right out,” Ridge replies.
“He’ll be right out to talk to ya if you wanna go ahead and take a seat.” I pull out a chair offering her a place to sit.
She walks over and all I can do is stare. She’s got the perfect hourglass shape, curves in all the right places. Gorgeous curves that would put Shakira to shame. Long beautiful curly, auburn-red hair that seems to touch her deliciously, firm ass sitting atop long lovely legs that seem to go on forever. As she sits down, I take notice of her mesmerizing eyes that seem to change color right before my eyes. And those plump, juicy lips. Fuck. What I wouldn't give to kiss those right now.
What the hell is wrong with me? This girl’s here for a job and I’m drooling over her like a fat kid does cake. I need to get a grip.
I step behind the bar to readjust myself and offer her a drink. “Can I get you anything while you wait? Jack and Coke, screwdriver, Long Island?”
“Oh no, thank you, I try to stay away from the stuff on nights I work. Prefer a clear head when having to deal with the assholes and drunks I do on a daily basis. But thank you again, and nice ink by the way,” she says as she stares at my arms.
“Oh, thanks. One of our guys does most of it
