IV
Andros Valetti
W hen the guys told me they had hired a new bartender without me there, I was intrigued. They didn’t usually keep me informed with the hiring and firing of staff, but for some reason they told me about her.
Then when Theo hand-delivered her uniform personally, I knew I had to meet her. And when I saw her, it all made sense.
They have found us the perfect girl.
Truthfully, we’ve been looking for someone to share for years - someone that fits all of our personal requirements and that could put up with the four of us. We’ve always seemed to share a woman, being too busy with our work to dedicate time to keep up a relationship alone.
I watch Hazel silently as she works, making drinks behind the bar. Her ponytail swings as she sashays around the place like she owns it. I can't take my eyes off her.
I feel my cock stiffen as I watch her tits bounce whilst shaking cocktails. Men seem to draw towards her, many with tented trousers as they order drinks from her.
That uniform has to go.
I can’t let other men see what’s mine.
I am well and truly mesmerised by this girl and I haven't even spoken to her yet.
Suddenly feeling very thirsty and realising she has finished with a customer; I take the chance and clear my throat to gain her attention.
Her eyes move to mine and I notice the innocent twinkle in them. Her button nose twitches, and I watch as she takes in my appearance, making me smirk at her lack of subtlety.
I am used to this from other women but, when she does it, I feel under a microscope.
She realises she is staring at me and tries to gather herself without me knowing.
She’s an angel.
"What can I get for you, Sir?" Her angelic voice soothes me, and she smiles. My cock twitches as she calls me sir. I try not to focus on her round, pink lips against her pale skin.
She’s made for us.
I can't help but flirt with her slightly after she innocently called me sir. She's insatiable but I can’t afford to make my move, yet. Not until I’ve discussed it with the others.
I chuckle when I tell her to put it on Atlas' tab and she uses the radio to talk to him to confirm. She mesmerises me with her every move and I zone out from the noise around me until I feel a buzz coming from my blazer pocket.
Atlas: Bring her to the office, now.
My heart rate quickens at the thought of taking her up to the office.
Her alone.
With the four of us.
Whilst she is distracted, I find my way around to behind the bar and grab onto her arm, pulling her up the service stairs and into the office.
I smirk as I see the amused faces of Theo, Atlas and Dawson. They're enjoying her disobedience, just like I am.
"You were right, Dawson. She is a little Spitfire," I laugh.
My smirk grows wider when I watch her scowl and try to gain some control by sitting in a chair in front of Atlas’ desk.
"You don't seem to listen, Miss Winters. I thought I had told you about the eye rolling," Atlas says to her and I can sense the warning in his voice. He's challenging her to be a brat.
She falls right into his trap.
"You don't control me, Atlas. None of you do. I'm just here to make money so I can pay rent, not to satisfy your control issues," she bites at him, moving her ponytail behind her. All our faces drop, and our eyes darken as we watch her disobey Atlas.
"I wouldn't speak to him like that if I were you, little Darling," Theo is the first to speak. He's right. I've known Atlas my whole life and I, myself, would never want to be on the wrong side of him. He is dangerous and unpredictable.
She doesn't take his warning though. "Whatever. I have to get back to work. Is there something you wanted from me?"
I find myself leaning against the doorframe and decide to pipe up.
"Surprised you aren't already teaching her a lesson, Atlas," I challenge him, smirking.
"Fuck off, Andros," Atlas mutters to me before addressing her again, "before you go, Miss Winters, I'd like you to meet our business partner properly. Andros owns the bar with us but mostly works on our other business ventures."
Finally, only took them two days to introduce me.
She looks lost in her thoughts, and I look at her quizzically, desperate to be able to know what she is thinking right now.
She’s a mystery.
She doesn't say anything but stands up and my eyes immediately drop to her legs. Her skirt has slightly ridden up and I can see her beautiful thighs that are desperate to be marked.
She notices us staring and pulls her skirt down before muttering something and running out of the room.
I shake my head in disbelief and steal her seat. I take off my tan blazer and undo my cufflinks to roll my sleeves before addressing the guys.
"I now understand why you guys were desperate to come to the bar today," I smirk at them.
Dawson laughs at me, whilst Theo shrugs his shoulders and Atlas sends a glare. I wave it off and take a drink.
"She's a brat," Atlas rubs his hand down his face.
"Just the way you like them, then," Dawson adds.
"She makes a hell of a drink, though," I smirk.
"How's the warehouse looking?" Theo asks me, grabbing another chair from the side of the room and sitting next to Atlas.
"Same old. Good number of shipments were delivered, and all the staff seemed happy enough. Marcus did say something about a threat of the Russians tampering with our next arms deal, though."
"Get Yanto on it," Atlas says.
"Already done. He'll see what he can find and give us a report in a few days."
"Enough work talk. What are we going to do about little Darling," Theo asks.
"I say we let her settle in for a week or two before making a move," Dawson suggests and we all nod in agreement.
I call down for another drinks order for us, secretly hoping Hazel will be the one to bring them up.
I need to see this girl again.
We can’t let her go.