A/N: First I want to thank all of you that have put this story on alert and or favorites list. Becky and I truly appreciate you all. For Cemyesr3 thank you for your review, Becky I love you bunches and thanks so much to you and all the ladies of TDL for so much of your love and support on this story as well as in our lives.
The Rec's that I have for this story are:
Uncomfortable Truce by Chase Corin.. This story will rock your world. It will take you to the places of the imagination that you did not even realize was there. Absolutely a must read.
For The Summer by Camoozle. This story is so awesome that I wait every week for its update just to watch Bella and Edward progress throughout the years.
As always Becky and I do not own Twilight in any shape or form, nor do we own Edward or Bella, we just love playing with them.
Tarnished Gosling
Chapter 10 Mixologists and MasterCard
APOV
What the hell is wrong with me? Here I am, first official night on the job and I'm standing behind the bar for all intents and purposes ignoring the customers as I silently stare at the man gracing the stage.
Jasper...Jesus Christ just thinking the man's name makes my girly parts drown in the tsunami that's currently going on in my panties. I can't quite put my finger on what it is about him that causes this
reaction in me. Sure he's beyond gorgeous and I've seen my fair share of gorgeous men in my life but, fuck the reaction my mind and body have towards him is unlike anything I've ever experienced. The mere sight of him draws me in making me feel as though I have fire and venom boiling in my veins. It is scary but at the same time, leaving me craving more.
I really need to get my shit together and quit fawning over him before I get fired on my first night. I've only spoken to the man once for fuck sake! Get it together Alice I mentally chastise myself. He probably isn't interested in dating any of his co-workers and I'd be willing to lay bet that it's also against Volturi policy as well.(Making a mental note to go over policies, and procedures packet as soon as
humanly possible just to be sure.)
I pull myself together enough to start banging out the drink orders again. I mindlessly mix and pour praying to god that I'm getting these drinks right as I'm more or less not paying attention to what the customers are telling me they want. Although I can't find it in me to really give a flying fuck as I continuously steal glances towards the sex god crooning away on stage.
Cowboy huh? Cowboy hat - check, leather chaps - check, crotch less panties - check, riding crop - check. All that combined while sitting on of top Jasper? Mmmm mother fucking priceless! My inner bitch in heat
squeals while running to gather said provisions all the while mentally berating her oneself for sounding like a pornographic MasterCard commercial.
As I'm having my silent conversation with my inner slut, a smarmy looking bastard saddles up to the bar. Ugh just what I fucking need, just the sight of him gives me the creeps and makes me want to hurl all over the bar top. I walk over slow and eye him warily. He simply smiles as I approach.
"Good Evening and welcome to Volturi, what can I get you to drink?" I ask, putting on my most bouncy chipper voice.
He eyes me up and down as if I'm a juicy piece of Kobe beef. "Whiskey sour and keep em comin princess."
I simply nod and get to work fixing his drink. I feel his eyes on me the entire time. It would be one thing if he was drunk but the creepy bastard just walked in! Maybe it's just my mental ESP, but, I get the
distinct impression there is something really off with this guy. I walk back over and sit the drink in front of him fully prepared to walk away and tend to the other customers sitting at the bar.
"Hey, what's the rush princess? I did ask you to keep the drinks coming so you might want to get on the next one." He says, slamming his drink back in one gulp.
"Look buddy, I do have other patrons to take care of as well. Seeing as how I'm the only bartender tonight, I'm swamped. I can't stand here all night being your personal mixologist." I say trying to keep my voice light but unable to hide the annoyance laced in it.
"Are you sure about that? I tip really REALLY well princess." He smiles wryly cocking his head to the side.
Now, as much as I need the money, and tips hence why I'm working here. I know damn good and well these fuckers 'tips' are not of the monetary persuasion. As I open my mouth to reply I notice out of the corner of my eye Jasper walking off the stage heading towards the bar. Christ the look on his face is ferocious. Dare I say he looks down right evil. As I watch him approach, my eyes locked with his. I begin to see small flashes in my mind's eye. Almost as if I'm seeing small snippets of a movie play out but, all jumbled up like puzzle pieces laid out on the floor.
My breath hitches in my throat as the scenes play out; too short to make sense of what I'm seeing yet long enough for me to mentally beg them to stop. My eyes still locked on Jasper as the empty glass I'm
holding tumbles to the ground and shatters. He silently stalks past me all the while glaring daggers at me and the douche bag at the bar then slams the door to the back room so hard I can feel the vibrations run
up my spine.
At that sound, I am broken out of my trance and turn back to the whiskey sour fucker who seems oblivious to the shit that just played out and is continuing to look at me like I'm a gigantic neon pussy ripe for the taking. I huff and walk back to the bar and mix the asshole another drink, while my thoughts are on Jasper and wondering what the fuck just happened between us. Okay, yeah I get visions sometimes but never anything like the shit I just saw. What the hell was that? Also why was he looking at me like that? God, that feral look in his eyes scared the living fuck out of me but made my ovaries dance a jig all at the same time.
I sit the drink down in front of Mr. God-Knows-How-Many-STDs and lift my hand to silence him as he opens his mouth no doubt to spout more of his verbal diarrhea.
I head to the back room to get the broom and dust pan to clean up the remains of the glass I dropped. I knock but there is no answer. I open the door and walk in intent on grabbing the broom and pan quickly
before the crowd gets too backed up at the bar. As I turn to make my exit, I notice Jasper sitting on the couch in the corner of the room looking just as menacing as he did moments ago.
"Oh I'm sorry; I didn't know anyone was in here. I did knock but, I guess it wasn't loud enough to hear." I sputter, still wondering why he's glaring at me like that.
He stands slowly the mask of evil never faltering from his face as he moves towards me. My inner bitch in heat is begging me to drop and spread em right here and now and my conscious mind is telling me to run for the hills. I guess I don't make a decision quick enough because before I realize it he's standing directly in front of me. Slow close that I can feel his breath on my face. He reaches out and gently takes
the broom and dust pan from my hands, his eyes never leaving mine. It's almost as if he's silently begging me for something but, of what I have no idea. He closes his eyes for a brief moment and inhales slowly as though he's been deprived of air. He reopens them and stares at me again, this time less heated and more...resigned?
"Let me get that for you Alice. I'd really rather not see you bleeding tonight."
With that, he turns and walks back to the bar, leaving me breathless and in wonder in his wake.
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