by Amy Brent
“Remy, actually.” I manage to find my voice and a bit of attitude along with it. “And I didn’t hear anything important, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I don’t worry about shit. You’re here to beg for your job, so let’s hear it.” He leans against the breakfast table and impatiently taps his foot. I realize the last thing I want to do is beg at the feet of a man like him.
“I planned on it, you know. But after reading about you and hearing that conversation, I don’t think I’m going to beg to someone who’s not that far above me.” I stand and rest a hand on my hip.
“Excuse me?” Jake raises his eyebrows.
“You heard me, you big bully. You may have had success and money thrown at your feet, but deep down you still feel like a failure. You still feel like you have something to prove to everyone to get out of that shadow of your brother that you’re stuck in.” My mouth keeps moving without taking the time to even reflect on what I’m saying. “I’ve worked my ass off to prove that I’m not some spoiled daddy’s girl. I work eighty hour weeks while still going to school so I can prove that I rely on no one but myself. I haven’t taken a vacation in years, I gave up my dream of traveling the world and after years of sacrifice all I have to show for it is two years worth of college credits with no student loans and this job that I know like the back of my hand. So, sweetie, if you’re willing to fire me because I don’t grovel at your feet, then fine. I guess we both are just going to spend the rest of our lives proving ourselves to those who don’t believe in us.”
“You think you know me?” His cheeks are red and his eyes twitch with a snarl on his lips. I’ve struck a nerve. “You can’t spend five minutes on google and then claim you know my life.”
“But I can spend five minutes and learn that you were given a second chance after screwing up the first. I know you have a mother that doesn’t believe in you, despite the fact that you have poured every ounce of your soul into your restaurant. I know you recognize a hard worker because you are one yourself, and as difficult as it is to admit this, I know that I admire that part of you a lot more than the part of you that acts like an ass every time someone looks at you the wrong way.”
Jake stares at me with lowered eyes, his hands gripping the edge of the table behind him. “I can appreciate being put in my place if it’s by someone who knows hers.” He finally says.
It’s not until now that I realize I just fucked up my chances of keeping my job. But I hold my ground as Jake walks towards me. I grow anxious as he gets closer, until he takes a seat on the couch and pats the space next to him. Hesitantly, I sit on the very edge.
“I don’t think anyone’s ever credited me for anything.” He admits. “It’s always Emmet this or Emmet that. The golden boy.” He glances at me. “Growing up some family members even called me Emmet’s brother, like they weren’t related to me. I can’t imagine a better way to set a child up for failure.”
“But you didn’t fail.” I say and scoot closer. Our knees brush, reminding me of the dirty scene in my head, and I back away quickly. “Kennedy’s is one of the top rating restaurants in the city. And let’s be real, you’re living in a hotel like this.” I gesture at the room. “You didn’t fail at all.”
He smirks and gives me a funny look. “So you said you gave up your dream to travel. Where did you want to go?”
I dive in and tell him about my Paris dreams, of eating a scone and baguette on a cute little street with flowers in my hair and a French cigarette between my fingers. “Not that I would actually smoke it. I just feel like it completes the vision.” We laugh, and I find myself opening up to him about my father cutting me off financially. “He calls maybe once a month, I think, to make sure I’m still alive. But I’ll never forget what he said the last time I saw in person. Said I ain’t nothing but a black hoe statistic.”
“Fuck the type of man who could say that to his daughter.” Jake curses. “I’d like to beat the shit out of him.”
He moves his arm to rest besides me on the couch, and without realizing what I’m doing my hand reaches out to trace a thick, black tattoo that swirls from his hand to his biceps. He draws in a breath and I pull back, but a strong hand grabs mine and puts it back on his arm where I can feel his muscles bulge beneath the skin. I squirm against the couch as his fingers close around my wrist.
Just a few hours ago I was cursing this particular Kennedy brother, but now all I want to do is find out how the rest of his skin would feel beneath my touch. His clear blue eyes meet mine, and I realize he is going to be a lot more complicated than I initially expected.
Chapter Five
Jake Kennedy’s right arm circles around my shoulders, his fingertips tracing the top of my blouse. It makes me shiver, but I don’t want to move.
“Remy,” He says, and I want to hear my name on his lips again. Jake locks eyes with me and opens his mouth as another door slams shut. We both jump to our feet while putting distance between us as Emmet casually strolls in. He notices us and takes a double take before smiling pleasantly.
“I was worried I’d find the two of you in a wrestling match. This is unexpected.” He hands a folder to Jake who opens it. “I went ahead and got a few character testimonies from Miss Lewis’ coworkers, and a record of her employment. She’s never called off in over a year, and comes in about eighty percent of the time that someone else calls in sick.”
Jake nods, his eyes glancing over at me.
“Thank you.” I turn to Emmet. His eyes are even lighter with the soft gray sweater he wears, and dark slacks compliment his shiny business shoes. Even with the thick fabric the muscles on his arms are still visible and I force myself to look at his face. Which also isn’t a hard thing to do. “I didn’t even think to bring a copy of that.”
“I wanted a convincing argument. Shall we take a seat?” He gestures to the couches as Jake hands him back the folder and shakes his head.
“She keeps her job.” He says.
“And what we talked about earlier?” Emmet raises his eyebrows.
“Yeah, that’s fine.” Jake crosses his arms.
Emmet sighs in relief and turns back to me.
“Somehow you and I both have not only managed to convince Jake to keep your job, but we also wanted to offer you a raise. An extra ten thousand a year.” He tells me. I cover my mouth with my hands and take a seat behind me.
“What? Why?” I say between my fingers. An extra ten thousand? That would cover the rest of my tuition easily.
“You’ve done an incredible job at the restaurant. David and all your coworkers vouched for you, saying you bring in the most tips. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as dedicated as you are.” Emmet turns to Jake and suggests he adds something but his twin merely shrugs.
“You’re saying it all.” He mutters.
Emmet kneels in front of me and puts a hand on my knee. I gasp lightly, squeezing my thighs together so he doesn’t see the effect he’s giving me.
“Thank you.” I whisper. Emmet praises me even more, but I can barely understand anything. Instead I’m watching his mouth as he speaks, fascinated by his heart shaped lips. I notice a tiny dimple when he smiles, and I glance over to Jake to see if he has one as well. But Jake is scowling and watching Emmet intently, and as our eyes meet he straightens his face and looks away. But I can’t help but feel his usual animosity in the air towards me, despite our bonding not that long ago.
“We decided to stay a bit longer.” Emmet finally says. “There’s a building we’re looking at to open the second Kennedy’s about an hour away, and the negotiations are taking longer than expected so we’re going to be visiting the restaurant a few more times.”
“Hopefully you can manage to not ruin a paying customers’ dinner and actually show us why so many people are impressed by you, because I’m certainly not.” Jake says. I bite my tongue from a response, knowing how thin the ice is with him.
“We just want to see you in action.” Emmet clarifi
es and throws his twin a distasteful look.
“I promise I’ll prove myself to you. To the both of you.” Jake refuses to look at me and instead merely nods at the wall across from him and storms out, glaring one last time at his brother.
“I’m not sure how you did it.” Emmet murmurs. He squeezes my hand softly, and though they’re much softer than Jake’s I still react to them the same way. “You’ve seem to have done the impossible.”
“What’s that?” I ask. Emmet stands, leaving my hand cold.
“Despite his words, you’ve impressed him. He wouldn’t have agreed to give you another chance had you failed.”
“I think I have a long way to go before he thinks highly of me.” I admit, but Emmet shakes his head.
“I know my brother. He respects hard work. As I’m sure you know, I’ve had an easier life than him. He’s worked hard to get where he is, while sometimes it feels like I was handed it on a silver platter.” He takes a seat next to me, where Jake had been sitting not long ago.
“That doesn’t mean you haven’t had your struggles.” I say. “And I can’t even imagine the pressure of having everyone watching your every move. The constant struggle of being perfect, saying the right things at the right times.” I play with the bottom of my skirt. “I was always told that as a black woman people were going to pick my words apart. ‘Is she educated?’ ‘Did her daddy abandon her?’ ‘Is she from the hood?’. I’ve had to convince my professors and employers that I was serious about school and work. But you have to do the same thing to thousands of people on a daily basis.”
“Remy,” Emmet says. “Don’t ever think you have to convince us of anything.” He’s politer than Jake was, keeping a safe distance between us, but I’m surprised when I realize I want to close that space. “You’re beautiful, smart, and incredible. And anyone who doubts that because you’re a different shade than them is seriously lacking in the brain.”
“Thank you.” I say. My body leans towards him, gravitating to his warm and friendly smile. Emmet’s eyes soften as mine lower, but his entire body stiffens abruptly.
“I just remembered I have a meeting to attend. Jake is probably already there.” He rushes to his feet, shifting awkwardly as I stand and clutch my purse. “I’ll ring Albert, he’s the doorman, and he’ll call you a cab to take you anywhere you want to go. Free of charge.”
“Oh, that’s not necessary.” I argue but Emmet’s already on the phone with Albert. “Thank you.” I say when he hangs up.
“It’s no problem.” Like Jake, it seems Emmet is having a hard time meeting my eyes. “We’ll see you at the restaurant sometime. Good bye, Remy, keep up the good work.”
Emmet leaves me alone in the million dollar parlor. I grab a banana nut muffin and a small glass of water, feeling dizzy and anxious. It’s not until the cab drops me off at the front of my apartment complex and I’m checking my mail that I realize something.
I wanted nothing more than to touch both brothers, and it’s a thought that both terrifies and excites me.
Chapter Six
My thoughts are jumbled the following day at work. I’m slow and ask customers to repeat their orders and even mess up a few specials while listing them. Camila notices it and asks what’s wrong, but I shrug and say I must be getting sick. Scott comes in at his usual time and I scowl, already dreading our interaction. The hostess tries to seat him in Camila’s territory but he refuses and asks to be seated in mine. The only thing that keeps me from losing my cool is knowing I’ll at least get a decent tip out of him.
“You’re looking awfully sweet today.” He says as I bring him his regular beer.
“I had yesterday off. A night off does wonders for the skin.” I leave before he’s able to continue the conversation. Not even Scott Picton can take my mind off of the twins.
I desperately want to be near them again. Jake’s cold fingertips and Emmet’s warm hand were all I could think about for the last twenty four hours. Twenty four hours that I had to keep from touching myself or else risk imagining them in risqué positions. Every time the door opens I suck in a breath, waiting to hear their voices. I come to work the next day again, longing to hear their voices.
But it’s not until the third day that they do come back.
“I don’t have a table available.” I interrupt the hostess as they stand at the front. “But it should only be another fifteen before one’s ready.” Jake and Emmet glance at one another.
“They requested Camila’s table.” Sophie says and gets their menus. “Sorry, Remy.” She whispers as she leads them to the other side of the restaurant. The twins don’t look back at me.
I know I wasn’t imagining things yesterday. Not the way Jake looked at me or the way Emmet touched my knee. Camila takes their order with a red face, no doubt stumbling over her words as Emmet charms her with his smile and Jakes offers nothing but a disinterested glare. I’m always on the other end of a flirt, brushing off men’s admirations and catcalls, but I’ve never been one to chase after a boy.
I step into the restroom and unbutton the top button of my blouse, pushing my bra up and fixing the makeup beneath my eyes. If they think they can take over my thoughts and toss me on the side of the road then they have no idea who I am.
As usual, eyes are on me as I make my way around the floor. I’m louder than normal as I giggle at the men who compliment me. I glance over at the twins, but they sit with their backs facing me. Jake’s head is lowered to the side though, and I notice his hands are tightly coiled fists.
“You’re in a good mood, sweetheart.” Scott says and finishes the rest of his beer. “Does this mean you’ll finally consider our date?”
“You’re gonna have to catch me in a much nicer mood for that, sweetheart.” I say sweetly.
“Finally got someone in your sights?” Charlie asks as I fill up a pitcher. “Or did you accept your fate as the future crazy cat lady.”
“I’ve told you a million times, I’m allergic.” I fit three pitches on a tray. “And maybe, I don’t know. I’m not the best at this.” I admit.
“Remy, any guy would be crazy not to fall in love with you at first sight.” Charlie points at a gold ring on his finger. “Luckily for me this casts plus ten defense.”
“Such a nerd.” I grab the tray and deliver the pitchers to a large table of men enjoying a football game on the television. They holler and hoot, and one even goes as far as to wrap an arm around my waist as their team scores a touchdown.
I put my arm on his, planning on tossing it back onto the table and giving him a stern lecture, but in the corner of my eyes I catch Jake watching us closely. The feeling of rejection hits me once again, and I lean into the man’s arms and playfully smack his shoulder.
“Something tells me you’re used to touchdowns.” I say close to his ear and wink. Jake watches as I pick the tray back up and disappear into the kitchen.
The next hour goes the same, flirting heavily with the big table and teasing Scott. I earn Emmet’s attention after a while, and I decide to walk past their table without so much as a glance towards them.
Jake’s hand shoots out and brushes my wrist, and a shot of electricity climbs my arm and leaves it tingling. I want more of his touch, but I’m a stubborn woman and so I walk away.
The table of jocks leave a decent tip, but not what I was expecting. Scott orders another beer and I hop behind the busy bar to get his refill.
“Scott hasn’t stopped staring you down once tonight.” Charlie lets me know. “It’s actually entertaining.”
“He’s a glutton for punishment.” I say. “But Lord does he fill up a tab.”
On my next ten minute break I realize the twins are gone. I follow Camila out the back, standing with my arms crossed as she pulls out a cigarette from her purse.
“They left me a three hundred dollar tip!” She gushes. I’m happy for her of course; she has her own bills and rent to pay. But I can’t help but feel wronged somehow. Despite the raise that I still haven�
��t mentioned to anyone.
“They’re decent guys, I guess.” The night air is cold and cools me down after running around for hours. I can feel short curls plastered to the sweat of my forehead and I try wiping them with my arm.
“Time to start closing.” Camila says as we head back to our tables. The next hour goes by quickly, and I’m grateful for the distraction.
Camila leaves before I do, and I decline Charlie’s invitation for a ride home.
“I have to go grocery shopping on the way home anyways.” We say goodbye and I mingle in the restaurant, vacuuming the front for the third time.
It’s pitch black by the time I lock the doors. A car honks at me and I nearly jump, looking for the pepper spray buried somewhere at the bottom of my purse.
A black car pulls up near the front of the restaurant and the drivers window rolls down.
“Do you usually close by yourself?” The man from my football table earlier pops his head out. “That’s not safe you know.”
My fingers close around the pepper spray. “I know. Did you forget anything?”
“Nah, just here to continue what we started earlier.” He says, and unlocks the passenger door. “Unless you want to continue in a stockroom?”
I scowl and put a hand on my hips.
“What the hell are you implying? Get out of here before I call the damn cops.”
“What did you say bitch?” The man pushes open his door and throws his seatbelt off. I pull my pepper spray out and hold it towards his face.
“She said get the fuck out of here.” Jake emerges from around the building. He’s far taller than the bald man threatening me, with muscles that are easily double the size.
“Oh, I see, she tricked you out too, huh?” The man smiles and backs up. “What a fucking waste of time.”
“Jake, don’t.” I hear Emmet’s voice just as Jake throws his fist back and punches the man in the face. Blood splatters on the concrete and he covers his mouth with his hand.