Authors: Isabelle Rae
When Summer Ends
When Summer Ends
By Isabelle Rae
Copyright © 2012
Isabelle Rae
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All characters in
this publication are fictional and any resemblance to real persons, living or
dead is purely coincidental.
Acknowledgements
Special
thanks must go to Mollie Wilson who made the adorable cover for this book.
This
book is dedicated to my mum, and my older sister. I love you both dearly.
Chapter One
My vision was a little blurry as I continued to dance. My
head was just that little bit fuzzy from the alcohol. My legs had that rubbery
feeling, like I wasn’t quite in full control of myself. “Shall we drink some
more?” my best friend, Amy, shouted to me over the music.
I shook my head. “I can’t drink anymore, I’ll be sick,” I
answered, turning my nose up.
“You’ve only had four drinks,” she teased, laughing
hysterically at me. She always did think I was a little bit pathetic because I
couldn’t hold my drink at all.
“You can have one. I’ll come to the bar with you,” I shouted
back, grabbing her hand so we didn’t get separated in the packed club. My other
two friends didn’t want a drink, so we left them dancing.
Amy led me to the bar so I stood behind her as she waited
for the barman to notice her. After about five minutes she still hadn’t been
served. She turned back to me with an apologetic smile. “I desperately need to
pee, can you keep my place? The guy hasn’t even looked down this end yet,” she
said, nodding to the barman who was serving up the other end of the busy bar
with his back to us. The place was packed, and he was on his own, he must have
been a little stressed.
“Yeah, okay,” I agreed, moving into her space quickly. I
leant over the bar a little so I could see if the barman was coming up this
end. I watched his back; he was wearing nicely fitted jeans and a black T-shirt
with the club’s logo on the back. He looked pretty toned from what I could
tell, and his ass was edible. I was happily watching his ass when he turned
around so I accidentally looked at his crotch. I blushed and looked away
quickly, grateful that he hadn’t caught me.
Suddenly, he was walking towards me; horrified, I quickly
shot my eyes up to his face. He was so handsome that my mouth started to water.
His brown hair was messy and swept to one side, his mouth twisted into a smirk
as he walked right up and stopped in front of me. He was tall, probably about
six foot one. I felt my breath catch in my throat as I looked into his eyes. I
couldn’t quite make out the colour because the club was dark, but they were
fairly light, so clearly not brown. He was looking at me so intently that it
made my heart start to race.
“Hi. Do you want a drink, or are you happy looking at the
scenery?” he asked, smirking at me.
Damn, he’s got a sexy voice.
I laughed. “Well the
scenery’s pretty good in this club,” I replied, nodding, raising an eyebrow
trying to look sexy. I had no idea why I was flirting with him. If he worked
here then that meant he was over twenty-one, and he’d probably assumed I was
too, considering I’d used a fake ID to get in the club.
He grinned. “Yeah, my views pretty good too,” he flirted,
looking me over slowly. I grinned and leant back slightly so he could get a
view of the bottom of my dress. It was pretty short, not my usual type of dress
at all, but I thought I would go for something different tonight.
“Hey can we get some service down here? We’ve been waiting
ten minutes,” some guy shouted, waving his hard around angrily.
The barman looked at me apologetically. “I’ll be right back.”
He walked off to serve the angry looking guy. I couldn’t stop myself from
glancing at his ass again. It certainly was a pleasant view, I wasn’t joking.
After serving Mr Angry, he came back to me. “So, have you
decided what you want?” he asked, running a hand through his tousled hair.
“Um, yeah. Can I get a rum and coke?” I asked, trying to
think about what Amy would want. He poured the drink and put it down on the
counter in front of me before smiling and walking off to serve some other
people. I watched him, confused. How much was the drink? He’d walked off before
I paid for it. “Hey, you didn’t charge me,” I called to his back.
“It’s on me,” he replied, not looking at me. Around me,
people continued to shout their orders at him while he struggled to keep up.
The guy next to me slammed his hand down on the bar and
growled in frustration. “Seriously, how fucking long does it take to get a
drink in this place?” he shouted angrily.
Wow, there’s going to be a riot soon. Why isn’t there
someone else to help him run the bar?
“Why are you on your own?” I shouted,
waving to get the barman’s attention.
“We’re short tonight, so I’m on my own until Kane comes back
from his break.” He shrugged, continuing to serve.
Well that isn’t fair,
people are being so rude to him as he serves them and it isn’t even his fault!
I turned around and boosted myself up onto the bar, swinging my legs over the
other side, and dropping down. “Hey! What the hell are you doing? Get back the
other side, no customers are allowed back here!” he instructed, frowning at me
angrily.
I waved my hand dismissively and turned to the nearest man
that was shouting abuse. “What can I get you, handsome?” I asked, smiling
sweetly.
“Four bottles of bud and four shots of vodka,” he answered,
leaning in, smiling now.
“Sure.” I gave him a flirtatious smile before turning back
to the barman who was staring at me, a shocked expression on his face. “Well
don’t just stand there looking at me, get to serving!” I teased. “And how much
does that order come to?” I asked, grabbing four beer bottles from the fridge
behind me.
“Er, we have a special on bud with a shot for the next hour.
It’s four bucks each, so sixteen bucks in total. Most people will be ordering
that,” he stated, still looking at me shocked.
I nodded and grabbed four shot glasses from the side,
looking around for the vodka. He pointed to the wall where the bottles where
hanging. “Thanks.”
“Thanks for this. I’m Will, by the way,” he said, walking
off to the next customer.
“Chloe.”
I finished serving the guy and took his money. I had no idea
how to work the cash register though. I was standing there looking at it
confused; it was one of those electronic ones with a touch screen. I had no
idea what I was supposed to do to make it open. I winced and raised a tentative
hand, deciding some button mashing was in order.
Just as I was about to start a long sequence of button
pressing in the hope that something would happen, two arms shot around me from
behind, making me jump. Will took hold of my hand, guiding it towards the
screen. “Touch here,” he instructed, tapping my hand on the screen at the top
right. A menu appeared with little boxes with the names of the drinks. I felt a
blush creep up on my face at how close he was. His hard, toned body was pressed
against my back; his breath blew across my cheek making me hot and bothered.
“Just tap the drink you made. You made four happy hours,” he continued, tapping
my hand on the ‘special offer’ icon four times. “Then click total. Then cash,”
he stated, moving my hand to the right places. The cash drawer shot out at me
quickly. His other arm went across my waist, pulling me back into his body so
the drawer didn’t hit me in the stomach. “You might want to be careful, a
pretty little thing like you could get hurt by the big bad register,” he
whispered in my ear, making me shiver. Then he was gone, leaving me there, my
whole body tingling, my mouth slightly open, and my breathing coming out in
uneven gasps. My mind was whirling with thoughts of how hot he was.
After regaining my composure I served a couple of other
people, when I suddenly spotted Amy looking around for me. “Amy!” I shouted. She
didn’t respond and carried on looking around for me worriedly. “Amy!” I grabbed
an ice cube and threw it at her. Her head shot up in surprise as it hit her on
the shoulder.
She gasped and looked at me, confused, before shaking her
head and walking over to me, grinning. “What on earth are you doing?” she
asked, laughing.
I gave her a little twirl. “New job. Do I make a convincing
bartender?” I asked, winking at her.
She laughed harder. “Seriously, Chloe, what are you doing
behind the bar?”
I went to serve the guy standing next to her so that I could
talk to her. “Will was on his own, people were getting annoyed so I thought I’d
help him out.” I shrugged.
“And who’s Will?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at me. I
nodded over my shoulder at his back. Amy looked over at him. “Wow, nice ass,”
she complimented, giggling.
“I’m going to help him until the other guy comes back from
his break, then I’ll come and find you,” I called over my shoulder as I went to
serve someone else.
“Sure, have fun,” she replied, winking at me.