On the Rocks (Pub Fiction Book 2) Read Online Free Page B

the little dip in my stomach I feel at the idea of finally meeting Pub Fiction’s owner, Levi Eddison. When I heard his husky voice message asking if I could come in for an interview, I swear it was like a jolt of electricity pulsed down my spine. His confidence oozed right through the machine.
    I deleted it immediately after having had such a visceral reaction to a man’s voice. A voice that wasn’t Shawn’s. When I called back to confirm, however, I spoke to a girl named Beth, who seemed very nice but lacked the electric feelings Levi had evoked.
    After a twenty-five minutes bus ride, we pull to a stop right in front of Pub Fiction. How perfect is that? The bus stop is right out front. Grams had been worried. “Please tell me you’ll be taking a taxi home when your shift ends late at night, if you get the job, Braun. I won’t be able to sleep with thoughts of you walking several blocks to a bus stop at two a.m.,” she admitted this morning while we were getting ready.
    She’ll be so pleased when I tell her that she doesn’t have to worry, and I won’t have to spend money on cab fare—not that I planned on it anyway, but what she doesn’t know…
    I’ve never been to Pub Fiction before today, and I have to admit it’s a bit intimidating being here now. As I walk in the front door, I note the bar’s modern decor: dark wood flooring and walls painted a deep oxblood red that make it look rich and inviting. I notice a cozy seating area to my right which has black leather couches with a few small glass tables for drinks. I take a deep breath as I head in closer to the main bar area. It smells like leather and lemons—I breathe in deep.
    “Uh, can I help you?” someone asks and I feel my face immediately flush with embarrassment as I’m caught savouring the luscious scent; a scent I wish I could bottle for home.
    “Oh, God, I’m sorry, it just smells, I was just…” I trail off, but the beautiful blonde finishes my sentence for me.
    “Enjoying the scent—yeah, nothing beats it, eh? Lemons, leather…and beer,” she smiles, and I appreciate her friendliness.
    “That’s exactly what I was going to say,” I laugh. “It doesn’t smell like a bar should,” I add, my surprise evident.
    “Yeah, that’s what we all say, but trust me that lovely scent goes away quickly once the doors open to the filthy masses,” she says jokingly. “Hi, I’m Brooke Anderson, by the way,” she extends her hand out to meet mine.
    “I’m Braun, er, well, Braunwyn, but I go by Braun most of the time,” I say, tucking my brown hair behind my ear.
    Brooke looks surprised, and I bet I know why. “To be honest, with a name like ‘Braun’, I really was expecting a guy for this interview.” Brooke says in a low voice and I can tell she’s the one who’s embarrassed now. “But,” she adds, looking me up and down, “you are clearly not .”
    “No. But it’s okay,” I laugh, waving her embarrassment away. “Believe me, it happens all the time. Thinking about it now, I probably should have used my full name on my resume.”
    She nods. “Yeah, that might be a good idea next time,” she smiles and seems relieved that I’m not offended. “Well, Levi isn’t here yet, so why don’t I show you the bar area and then I’ll take you to his office where you can wait?”
    “That sounds perfect, thanks so much,” I answer, and follow her inside to the main bar.
    As we walk in further, I notice six large booths along the wall, which are roped off with what look to be black velvet ropes. I assume these booths are reserved for parties; each booth is illuminated with a dimmed amber spotlight that reminds me of Emme’s night-light. I hide my smile, thinking how I’m so out of my element here—I just compared a bar light to a night-light! The next thing I see is the enormous bar. It’s also sleek and very modern, made out of cherry wood, which matches beautifully with the floor and walls. Brooke continues the tour,