Fire and Ice: Book One: Burned (The Fire and Ice Series 1) Read Online Free

mop itself."
     
    As my eyes
widened, I replied, "But...I thought...that's not my..." Kellan
tilted his head, clenched his jaw, and gave me a stern look of warning,
reminding me of what he'd said earlier. I snapped my mouth shut and nodded
curtly, standing up on my feet, as my wretched shoes bit into my already
blistered toes and heels. Trying not to limp or wince, I gingerly made my way
over to the mop bucket, and looked at the foreign contraption, then back to
Kellan.
     
    "Is there
a problem," he preened, with a devilish grin on his face that I wanted to
slap off. I shook my head back and forth, as if I'd used an industrial mop all
my life. "You've never used one of these, have you?" he prodded, the
bemused grin still gracing his deliciously handsome face. The fact that he
could read me like a book, both pissed me off and turned me to liquid fire at
the same time. I shrugged, not wanting to full on admit that he'd caught me
with my hand in the cookie jar. He lowered his head, covering his smile with
his fingers, and tried to stifle a laugh.
     
    Annoyed, I
huffed out, "What's so funny? Why is it such a big deal? It's not like
people are born knowing how to run one of these things!"
     
    He literally
bent over and couldn't hide his laughter any longer before saying, " Running one of these things? You don't run it, sweetheart; it's not jet fueled, for
Christ's sake." He looked over his shoulder, shouting, "Hey,
Jord...where's the extension cord for the mop?" Jordan gave him a
perplexed look as Kellan continued to giggle, pretending to wipe tears from his
eyes. As his laughter died down, he began to walk away and shouted over his
shoulder, "Don't hurt yourself, honey!"
     
    ******
     
    Kellan
     
    I caught up to
Jordan in the back, cleaning off tables in the poolroom. "Katie, or
Ashley, or whatever the fuck her name is...Jesus, what a complete ditz,
huh?"
     
    "It's
Hailey," he said, pinning me with a quick stare before returning his gaze
to his task. "And I think she did a pretty damn good job, considering
there was only the three of us and we had a packed house," he defended
her. I knew it wouldn't take long for him to start to have a 'thing' for her. I
don't blame him, if she wasn't so damn prissy, I would probably jump on that
train faster than lightning. Jordan has a way of smooth talking the ladies with
his good ole boy charm.
     
    Sadly, it's not
an act; he's the most decent guy I know, and knows how to treat a lady right. I
couldn't give a shit whether they like me or not. If they want me to take 'em
home and fuck 'em, fine by me, but my ass is gone when the deed is done. I
don't give out my number, I don't care about what their name is, or their sign,
or their hopes and dreams, and I sure as fuck don't stick around and cuddle.
Like it or leave it, it's who I am, and I don't have a problem getting pussy,
so I don't plan on changing any time soon.
     
    Jordan was
giving me the cold shoulder as we cleaned up, consistently taking notice of Hailey and her clean up efforts. I felt sorry for
the sad sap, it was slowing us down, and I wanted to get out of here before the
sun came up. "Jesus, man, do you want me to go check on her and make sure
she's not breaking a nail, or some shit?" I asked derisively.
     
    He looked at me
with a scowl and replied, "Would it hurt you?" I threw the rag down
on the table and turned on my heel, making my way out to check on Her Majesty.
     
    Well...she had
gotten about a quarter of what Jordan and I could have done in the same amount
of time. But I'd give her a little lee way, it being her first night and all. I
snuck up behind her, quiet as a mouse and smacked her hard on her pert, round
ass, belting out, "Move this pretty thing any slower and the customers
will be coming back in before..."
     
    She jumped
about a foot in the air, squealed, and shouted, "Shit, Kellan! Why would
you do that?" with wide eyes.
     
    I furrowed my
brows, and began to play with my tongue ring, out of nervous habit.