Chapter Seven

Brad

Tonight, I can't avoid Dylan. Henry couldn't work, and I have to pick up the slack. With university back, we have double the amount of people through the doors on a Friday night.

"Hey, boss," she says, awfully chipper for a Friday night. "Guess what I did today?"

"What did you do today?"

"I moved into my own place! I loved living with Winnie, but taking guys back to her house seemed inappropriate even though she would have encouraged it."

I don't even know how to process what she just said. She wants to take guys home... of course she does. She is eighteen—I had a revolving door of pussy at that age.

"Congrats on the new place."

"Thanks," she says, grabbing a glass and filling it with sprite for herself. "Yeah, we moved into Chad's old place. It's a bit of a shit hole, but Mady said we can do what we want with it."

"Chad," I baulk. "As in my brother who rents a room to Logan?"

She nods. "That's the one. How great will it be to live with him and all of his abs?!"

This is bad. Very, very bad. Logan, the certified sex addict. Y ou shouldn't care, Brad; she is way too young for you.

I shouldn't care, but I do. Dylan has somewhat grown on me. Even if she annoys me, I don't want to see her get her heart broken by a playboy arsehole.

"What's happening to your face? Are you having an aneurysm?"

I shake my head and abruptly walk away. Out the back, in my office, I pick up my phone off my desk and dial my brother.

"Hello?"

"What the fuck are you playing at?"

Chad laughs. "Nice to hear from you, bro."

"Why did you let those girls move in with Logan? You do realise it's Logan and they are both only eighteen, right?"

Chad's laughter continues to echo down the phone. "Why do you care? Logan is a lot of things, but he isn't a creep who crosses boundaries."

When I say nothing, Chad corrects himself. "He doesn't cross them when women say no. Anyway, it's not like he has a shortage, and he is obsessed with Arden's sister. He has reached 1499 women and is saving his 1500th for her, which really shouldn't be something he advertises—it's really not a flex—but it's his life."

I sigh in relief. "I can't imagine Dylan's brother being okay with it."

"He doesn't really have a say in the matter, plus Logan plans to move out soon. Arden wants him in his building, so he can keep an eye on him. It really depends on how quickly he wears down Julia. Logan has competition, and he isn't used to that."

"How is it going with the in-laws being so close?" I jab. Mady's parents are a little eccentric—her mum is a sex therapist, and they are swingers. Chad told me about the sex toys on the kitchen table.

"Not as bad as we expected. Isaac installed trackers on their phones, so we get notified when they are a block away."

I laugh because of course he did. Issac is another member of Mady's harem, and he really is a good guy and super handy. He single-handedly redid my roster, which saved me a fortune, and he saved me so much money on stock with his new ordering system. I didn't ask for his help; he hacked my system one day and had it all set up. I couldn't argue with the amount of money he saved me, so I just ran with it.

"Mady wants you to come over for dinner one night."

"I can't. I'm busy that night. Hey, I have to go. Dylan is working the front by herself."

I end the call before he can convince me to have dinner with them—it's just not my thing. Meeting up with Chad and Ralph so often for lunch is enough socialising for me.

Heading back out to the bar, I notice it's still fairly quiet. Dylan is leaning on the bar, and I walk over to her and follow her line of sight.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," I say. "That idiot is back again."

Dylan laughs and grabs my arm as I go to walk away with the intent of throwing Logan out of the bar. I'm not sure who he has with him because they both have their backs to me. All three of them wear trench coats and hats. Logan also has on sunglasses, which I notice when he drops the newspaper from in front of his face to peek over the top.

"Let's leave them and have some fun. If he is here to spy, give him some information and just watch it play out."

I smirk at her. She's right, Chad will be super pissed. He hates when Logan has themed nights at his bar, even if they do draw a crowd.

I love the university students. They come in packs and spend money. If I have to endure their shit music and skimpy clothes, I will. Chad, on the other hand, likes an older crowd and a more mellow environment.

"You're right. I owe Chad for being a dick today and inviting me to dinner."

"Oh, what about jelly wrestling? Could you imagine how messy that would be? Oh, or a swingers' club meeting. Because the people with him are Mady's parents. Her mum is super nice and gave me a sex talk the other day when we met, and Mady filled me in on her lifestyle."

I rub my hands together gleefully. Oh heck yes! Chad would have kittens if his bar held a sexpo.

Sandy, one of my waitresses, stops past the bar, so Dylan fills her in on our plans and she chuckles. She and Dylan grab a drink to take their break, and they go sit at the booth behind Logan. I pretend to wipe down the bar and watch with fascination. Logan leans back in his seat, and I can tell he is listening in on the girls' conversation. Chad is about to get more than he bargained for very soon.

After fifteen minutes, the uni students start to pile in, and Dylan comes back behind the bar. We are both so busy that time flies. The entire night, with her squeezing past me or our arms brushing against each other, starts to feel like foreplay, and I try my best to keep my thoughts PG.

Serving a young guy who keeps coming over to the bar and eye fucking Dylan, I go to the shelf behind me and grab the bottle of booze I need after he orders a Rum and Coke. When I turn back around, Dylan is laughing at something he is saying. Grinding my teeth together, I pour his drink and come up behind Dylan and lean around her, so her back is against my front.

As I place the drink down, I whisper in her ear, "I don't pay you to flirt with the customers."

She spins around, our fronts touching, and she purposely presses her breasts into my chest. "Are you jealous? Do I need to flirt with you too?"

"Not jealous, just looking out for your V-card, remember?" I give her a grin before pushing away from her.

She stomps off and mutters "asshole" under her breath.

I don't know what has gotten into me tonight, but being this close to Dylan is making me a little unhinged.