My shift had started like every other shift, I would start at the bar, serving the occasional drink to the people sitting there, restock the liquor(beer was always a favourite), and fetched buckets of ice to keep everything cool. But there was something off about tonight. I looked around sanctuary cautious, my ears pricked up, my super sensitive cat hearing activated. I smirked, I had always wanted to be a superhero. I shook my head, and mulled around the bar.
"Excuse me, miss? I'll have a double scotch on the rocks, with a beer chaser." A deep voice ordered. I didn't even have to look up to know who it was; It was my half brother Lukas Simon Knox, but everyone, even me, called him Knox. I prepared the drink, and handed it to him.
"Hey Knox, what brings you to this neck of the woods?" I asked, my thick Russian accent coated every word thickly. He drank the shot, and tapped the glass for another, while he sipped his beer. My half brother was tall, a nice six foot two, with thick brown hair that fell to his shoulders in untamed waves, he had deep brown eyes, and a nice bronze undertone to his skin. He was also a dark hunter. The double bow and arrow tattoo was prominent against the back of his neck. I poured another shot.
"Well, you know, a little of this, a little of that." He said, his voice held no accent, except for a small drawl that he tended to accumulate when he spent way to much time in Louisiana. I laughed at him.
"Well, what ever floats your goat." I told him, and he saluted my response by raising his glass. I went back to mulling around the bar, when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I spun around quickly, and saw that it was Kyle, the youngest of the Peltiers'. I smiled up at him, and he handed me a very heavy box of something. I grunted as I lifted it.
"Whoops, you okay?" He asked, and moved as though to help me. I shot him an 'I can do it, thanks.' glance. I hefted the box onto the mini counter that I used to mix drinks, and opened it, and began unloading the bottles of rum and whiskey. I suddenly felt hot breath at the base of my neck.
"Alexandra…"He breathed my name, slowly, the sound brought chills to the base of my spine, and I felt a warmth dwelling in the pit of my stomach.
"Yes?" I asked, concentrating on the task at hand. He laughed softly, and pulled away, and went to go serve a customer. I looked after him slowly, and wished that I wasn't working.
Oh, how I wish she knew just how much I loved her. I thought, as I watched Alex unload the box of booze I handed her with such ease, her cat-like reflex's made my heart ache, and the way her black, wavy hair eventuated the curves of her face, and the intensity of her deep green eyes. She made my heart throb, and that wasn't the only thing… Gods, I love her… I just wished I had the courage to tell her so.
"Hey, dude, do us all a favour, and quit thinking about her."Dev's voice filled my head, and I bit back a mental retort. He was constantly thinking about Samia, but no one else commented on his… Provocative thoughts.
"Heard that." Dev snorted. I grinned evilly, and again didn't reply. There was too much going on in my mind. I was wiping down the bar when Remi stalked in from behind the double kitchen doors.
"Kyle." He greeted, and I looked at him, trying not to seem as shocked as I was.
"Remi, you just get off?" I asked, truly curious, since he was hardly ever out of the kitchen. I bit back a laugh, at the horrible joke I made.
'Noooo, I just thought that I would scope out the clients today." He snarled sarcastically, and I threw up my hands in an 'I surrender' motion. I heard the smooth velvet laugh spring up behind me, and my heart throbbed again.
"Hey, Kyle, we need some more beer, we're almost out!" Alex called to me, her Russian accent coated every word beautifully. My heart sang, I nodded. I heard Remi stomp off to upstairs, and I was grateful. He was such a killjoy. I just wanted five minutes alone with Alexandra…. Just five more minutes…
My shift had just ended and I was incredibly drained. I just wanted to go up to my room, and flop onto my bed, and sleep, but I had to shower first. I took the stairs up, one drudging step at a time. I was almost to the top, when I felt a pair of arms around my waist. I recognized the scent instantly. It was Kyle. I felt my face pull into a tired smile.
"Hello Kyle." I said, I noticed how tired and weak my voice sounded. He laughed.
"Need some help?" He asked. I started to resist, but he pulled me into the bridal carry, and carried me up the rest of the stairs, and to my bedroom.
"You didn't have to do that." I said, when I felt my feet touch the floor. He laughed again, and sat on the bed.
'I know, but maybe I wanted to." He said devilishly. I walked over to my dresser and grabbed out a pair of PJ shorts, and a loose fitting tank top. I turned to him, and narrowed my eyes.
"I have to change. Turn around." I told him, my tone firm.
"Oh, kinky." He said, a smile forming on his face. I resisted the urge to smile back.
"No, Kyle. Mind out of the gutter. Turn. Around." I told him again, and he obliged laughing. I pulled off my shirt, and was in the process of unhooking my bra, when I heard a very un-amused, and shocked voice spoke up from the corner.
"The hell are you doing?"