Sinful Ever After (Romance Collection)

by Vivian Wood

  “Cate’s going to be working here,” I say, pretending that her hiring is totally normal.

  Yeah, it’s absolutely the norm to hire someone I got drunk with and married to the weekend before. No, I’m not going to regret this at all.

  There is a look shared between Owen, Bradford, and I that says we will definitely get into this later. For her part, Cate looks like she’s drowning over by the bar. I sigh.

  “Come on,” I say to her, stalking back behind the bar. “Let’s get you in the computer system, I guess.”

  Heading back to my mess of an office, I try to figure out where the fuck I’m going to stash Cate. Casting an eye over her choice of wardrobe, I shake my head a little bit. She can’t dress like that, first of all. I should’ve thought of her clothes yesterday, but I was too busy plotting against Madisyn.

  So for today, I can’t have her waiting tables or anything. Which kind of sucks, because I was just going to dump the responsibility for training her in Bradford’s lap. He likes new people. At least he would get along with her, probably.

  “Sit down,” I rumble, pointing to a chair that is almost entirely covered with a big pile of white buffet bunting from something we did at Easter this year. “Just move that to the ground.”

  Cate eyes the pile with some suspicion, but eventually moves it to the ground by tilting the chair. The bunting slides off into a graceless pile. She gives me a cool smile as she sits down.

  Rooting around in one of my desk drawers, I produce a new employee packet. Flinging it across my desk, I favor her with a dry smile. “Bring this back tomorrow filled out. And make sure you bring your identification, too.”

  She leafs though it with a frown. I unearth an iPad from under some stacks of paper on my desk and start keying her basics in to the system.

  “What am I going to be doing here, exactly?”

  Looking at her frankly, I shrug. “I don’t know. We don’t exactly have any positions for baristas. I figure that we’ll find you something that fits for the next few months. The absolute worst case is that I pay you for nothing and you just stay at home. You would have to be pretty bad at everything for that to happen, though.”

  She shoots me a glare. “I plan on pulling my own weight thank you very much. I don’t want your charity.”

  That earns a raised eyebrow from me. “I thought you only agreed to do this for the money.”

  The apples of her cheeks flush. “I want to be useful.”

  She ducks her head. I stare at her for half a minute. “Is this a Christian thing or something?”

  Cate gives me a dirty look. “No.”

  I shift in my chair. “Because this is a bar, princess. We are not interested in judging our patrons. Or musical acts. We book whoever we want, whenever we want. And we don’t dress…” I wave my hand over her. “…like this when we do it, either.”

  Her look shifts to a glare. “I said it wasn’t a Catholic thing, okay? Everyone likes to be useful and productive.”

  I raise my brows. “I think you’re giving people way more credit than they are due for.”

  She just rolls her eyes. Shaking my head, I finish plugging her into the computer system. Then when I’m done, I frog march her out to the bar. “Come on. Let’s see if you are a decent bar back.”

  “Bradford!” I call out. He turns around, his pen poised over his inventory list.

  “What?” he asks, eyeing both of us skeptically.

  “Try Cate out as a bar back tonight. She can prep fruit, stack beer cans, wash glasses, clean the bar…” I stop, giving him a desperate look. “Please take her.”

  Bradford gives me a look, holding his arm out to Cate. “Come on, darling. Let’s get you set up juicing oranges and lemons. Citrus fruit is the best way to start any shift.”

  Cate looks at me, her brown eyes wide. She goes along with Bradford, who keeps making stern eye contact with me until I turn and leave.

  Heading back into my office, I start sifting through a whole pile of artist-venue contracts. I put the ones that need contacting to the side and then start to plug all the finished ones into a spreadsheet on the iPad. It’s boring as fuck, but it’ll make Owen happy. As the money manager of our threesome, he is always moaning that none of us put anything in Excel.

  And if I’m not paying enough attention, I know it’s something I can’t screw up too badly. I keep my eye on the door at first, relaxing after a few minutes. Still, I feel like I’ve barely started when Bradford and Cate are in my office again.

  Cate is nursing her right hand and looking paler than usual. Bradford looks like he wants to sigh about people testing his patience but thankfully doesn’t.

  “We just got Miss Cate here all bandaged up, didn’t we? You’re gonna need to find somewhere else to work today, hon,” he says, pursing his lips. “Cate just gored her own hand when I was trying to teach her how to zest a lime.”

  “I’m sorry,” Cate tells Bradford. “I know I already said it, but I’m so sorry bled on your pants.”

  “It’s okay, honey.” Bradford pats her on the back. “I’ll tell people I was tussling with a wild bear. No one will know the difference.”

  “Fuck. Are you okay?” I ask.

  “Yes,” Cate mumbles. “Just clumsy, I guess.”

  “Hm.” I scrub my hand through my short hair.

  Bradford shoots me a questioning look as he leaves. I’m going to have so many questions to answer when Cate isn’t around. Pushing myself to my feet, I consider what to do with her next.

  “Ummm… I need the stock room organized… or I guess there is the filing room…”

  She perks up a little. “Filing? I can file in my sleep.”

  Blowing out a breath, I shrug. “Yeah, all right. Come on. Just… prepare yourself. It’s a little bit of a zoo.”

  I walk right next door, opening the door and flipping on the light. The filing room, more of a closet really, is an absolute disaster. So is the stock room. So is my office.

  But just thinking about the time it would take to reorganize everything brings on a splitting headache. So… I just deal with it.

  “It’s not great,” I say with a shrug. “It drives Owen crazy and Bradford won’t even look in here.”

  I turn, expecting to see some sort of horror written on Cate’s face. But instead, I see a light turn on behind her eyes. She looks at me, animated. “Oh, I’m gonna conquer this mess.”

  She pushes up the sleeves of her cardigan and pushes past me, picking up one of the files closest to her.

  “Do you need—” I start.

  She cuts me off by raising a hand. Without taking her eyes off the file, she starts to close the door. “I’m fine. Go work. I’ll come see you if I have questions.”

  Hesitating, I watch Cate for a second until the door closes on her. What could she really screw up? Nothing that’s not fixable, I guess…

  Slinking back to my office, I return to my seat and try my best to focus on the contracts and the spreadsheet. At one point, I field a phone call from an irate manager. He’s mad because he doesn’t have finalized details for a set booked in late January. It takes me a while to uncover the band’s file and by the time we are done haggling, it’s early evening.

  Cate has been going at the organization of the file closet for almost two and a half hours. Frowning, I decide I should check on her. Before I can though, Owen pops his head into my office.

  “Have you seen your wife’s organizational skills?” he asks, widening his eyes. “I think you should think twice about divorcing her, Luca.”

  “We’re getting an annulment,” I say with a sigh. “And no, I haven’t seen her work. What is she screwing up now?”

  Owen waves me over, so I get up out of my chair. When I round the corner, Owen pushes the door of the file closet open a little more. Cate’s ass is the first thing I see, poking up as she reaches for a file at the very bottom of a filing cabinet.

  All around her, folders are neatly sorted into stacks. It’s really no
t bad for a couple of hours of work. She senses us behind her and freezes, then shoots to her knees. When she turns to face us, her cheeks are stained pink.

  “Hi,” she says, patting at her hair. She has a streak of dust across her right cheek. Reaching for her cell phone, she says, “What time is it? There are no windows in here.”

  Owen glances at his watch. “Just past six.”

  “Ah. I have a tendency to get caught up in projects that involve organizing.” She turns around, dusting herself off. “Is there something I should be doing instead?”

  “Oh, look at this!” Bradford says, crowding into the doorway. “Girl! This closet has been a wreck for years. It’s time that somebody did something with it, honestly. Good job!”

  Cate blushes. “Well, it’s hardly done. I have a few types of files…”

  Owen looks down at his phone. “I gotta take this call guys. Excuse me.”

  Cate adjusts the waist of her long skirt, seeming not to realize the fact that her nipples are poking through her camisole. There is something so innocent about that, so lacking in pretense.

  What would it be like if I laid her down right here and took her, hard and quick and dirty?

  “Well…” she says, frowning. “What now?”

  Bradford is already headed into the storage room. That leaves me, staring down at Cate. She meets my gaze, licking her lips. “Luca, any direction you would like to give me?”

  Yes, is my first instinct. There is something about her being on her knees and asking that question that makes me think dirty thoughts.

  God, am I really lusting after my little sister’s best friend? Ugh, I really need to get laid.

  Clearing my throat, I shake my head. “No. It seems like you have things well in hand here.”

  Her eyes narrow on my face. “You don’t have to make fun of me, Luca.”

  “I’m not,” I shoot back, defensive.

  Cate rolls her eyes and begins to shut the door. “Come get me when it’s time for me to leave.”

  Before I can say anything else, the door closes with a click. My phone rings on my desk next door, so I just sigh heavily and head to answer it.

  But in the back of my mind, I’m still wondering if the idea to have Cate work here was terrible or not.

  Chapter Nine

  Cate

  “Oh no. No way am I wearing that.” I’m in the employee dressing room, and I’m mad. Well, less mad and more wildly uncomfortable. “I’ve worked here for a week and nobody other than Luca has had anything to say about my wardrobe…”

  Standing at a rolling rack full of clothes that Luna has picked out, I’m staring at a bright pink tube dress on a hanger.

  It turns out that Luca said something to her about how I don’t dress to match the bar vibe, whatever that means. So today when I showed up for work, Luna was already here. And she came prepared with all kinds of clothes.

  She’s a clothes horse for sure; most of this rack just came from the back of one of her closets.

  Luna rolls her eyes, but she’s still beaming at me. She’s actually been beaming nonstop since Vegas. I don’t want to crush her dreams, so I just stay silent about the fact that I’m still getting an annulment from her jerk of a brother.

  “We’re gonna take this in baby steps, okay? No glittery pink tube dresses but maybe…” She brushes my shoulder as she flips through the garment rack. “How about this?”

  She pulls out a bright red one-piece pantsuit, her eyes sparkling. It has a very low front and back and appears to be made of parachute material. “This is conservative, sort of. Well, less conservative conservative, but it’s got pants!”

  “Luna, that thing has a plunging neckline instead of a collar. It would show off all kinds of boob. It’s not happening.” I pause, my head tilting. “What kind of bra do you even wear with that?”

  Luna sighs, putting the jumpsuit back. “You don’t. And you’re right, it’s probably too advanced for you.”

  She pushes a few hangers aside one by one, looking thoughtful. I clear my throat. “Maybe something with a skirt, at least? I’ve worn a skirt for my whole life and I don’t see any reason to stop now.” I pause. “And for the love of god, no more plunging necklines.”

  “Ooooh,” she says, pulling out a black cocktail dress. “Simple. Basic. No crazy neckline. It even has sleeves… and it’s made of cotton.”

  I wrinkle my nose. “It’s so short.”

  “No more protesting! Just think of it as your work wardrobe. Now go change into this,” Luna commands. “And I think I have some black high heels in my car that are your size.”

  “Thanks,” I say, although I don’t really mean it. Luna flashes me a big grin and hurries out of the room. I hurry through changing, thanking the Lord that I decided to wear my good bra and panties today.

  Turning to look at myself in the full length mirror, I frown. This dress falls to mid-thigh and shows off an eye-catching amount of cleavage. Is this really my uniform for working at this bar?

  Luna bursts back in the room, unworried about my privacy. “So I think if you like that dress—“ She stops short, the black heels hanging from one hand. “Daaaamn. That dress looks dope on you! That’s it, I’m ordering five more in different colors.”

  “Luna,” I warn. “I only agreed to this because you promised me it wouldn’t cost anything.”

  “Pssh,” she says, beaming. “They’re only like $120 each. That’s a total bargain!”

  Flushing, I grab her hand when she pulls out her phone. “That’s six hundred dollars, Luna. That’s a ton of money to most people. Please don’t spend that kind of money. I will feel obligated to pay you back and I really can’t afford it.”

  Her brow furrows and she sighs. “Alright, fine. But you are totally taking that dress. I thought it looked good on me, but seeing it on you, I’m like… damn.” She hands me the shoes she’s carrying. “Here, put these on. And I’m going to put some mascara and lipstick on you. Not a single word, okay?”

  I curl my lip but step into the heels anyway. They’re uncomfortable but I can walk in them. After I begrudgingly allow Luna to do my makeup, she beckons me to the mirror.

  “Ready to see?”

  I take a moment to thank her. “I just want you to know that I’m grateful for this, Luna. Even though I hate subscribing to other people’s beauty standards, I’m glad that I have you to dress me up. Thank you.”

  “Are you kidding? I’ve wanted to do this forever. Besides, you make a great doll.” She fluffs my hair. “Now look.”

  Glancing in the mirror, I’m a little surprised. The girl that stares back at me is an absolute knockout, no doubt about it. But she also looks a little… dull. Like someone drained all the personality right out of her and replaced it with hotness.

  I pull a face. “I need something—”

  “Got it,” Luna cuts in. She offers me a sparkly pink and blue stegosaurus made out of sequins . It’s about the size of my hand and it has a handy pin on the backside.

  I look at her, my lips curling. “How did you know?”

  She shrugs. “You always did like to be individualistic. This definitely says something more than just the black dress.”

  I take a second to hug her and then affix the pin to the right side of my chest, just above my breast. Looking at it makes me laugh, which is good. I was almost sweating bullets without it.

  The door bursts open, revealing an all-black wearing Luca. “Cate!”

  He stops in his tracks when he sees us, his eyes widening. His eyes go right to my cleavage. “Jesus.”

  I feel completely naked under his gaze, and not in a good way. My hands tug down the hem of my dress.

  “The nuns can finally dress in their own clothes, huh?” he says. “It’s really nice of you to dress your age and leave the long skirts to them.”

  I shoot Luca a glare but don’t have a good comeback.

  Luna leans close to me, stage whispering. “That’s the initial reaction you want everyone to ha
ve, in case you were wondering. You’re a fox.”

  He glares at his sister. “Very funny. We are short a server tonight, so Cate, that’s where we’ll put you in. Come on, Bradford has to run through things with you.”

  Nodding, I start following him. I turn to Luna as I go. “Text me later?”

  “Of course,” she says, smiling at me again.

  As I hurry to follow Luca, I can’t help but notice the fact that there is a hole in his jeans. On the inside of his leg, only a few inches down from his crotch. Is that fashion? Is it just laziness?

  Whatever reason that hole exists, it is making me stare at Luca’s ass for a prolonged period… so I guess there is that. Yanking my gaze away, I throw myself into the training Bradford is about to give me.

  Twenty minutes later, I’m trying to remember it all. “Go to a table.” I take a deep breath. “Write down the table number. Carry the order back to one of the iPads. Order the drinks. Pick up said drinks from the bar. Take them to the customers.”

  Bradford leans against the bar, looking pleased. “Rinse. Repeat. Multiply by a few hundred. You’ll do fine. If not, it doesn’t matter. It’s a Wednesday so it’ll be slow. Besides, Bonnie will be back tomorrow to take her usual shift.”

  Luca stalks out of the back, looking even more annoyed than usual. “Hey. Miss Not-A-Nun—”

  I flush. “Better a nun than a slut. If there are only two ways a man can look at a woman, I’ll take the more innocent one, every single time.”

  “God, she’s so right,” Bradford sighs. He gives me a high five.

  Luca rolls his eyes. “Christ. I have a private party of fifteen coming in tonight. Usually I would ask Bradford to take them, but he’s also training a new bartender.”

  “Lucky me,” Bradford mutters. His sarcasm is missed by no one.

  “Come with me. I’ll help you set up their table.” He starts off, leaving me to trail in his wake.

  In the back of my mind, I’m still a little off-kilter over the fact that Luca demeaned my dress again in public. Worse than that actually… because I have to work with these people.