"Are you supposed to be back there?" Kiera asked.
Amy shrugged. "As long as my ass is on dat stool, I can be back here. So, whacha want?"
"Surprise me."
She grinned. "You really don' say dat to people in my family." She quickly mixed several different liquors together. She placed it on the bar before the young woman.
"What's in it? Smells like grape soda."
"Nuttin' grape in it." She shuddered. "Nasty stuff; grape soda. It might hit ya hard."
Taking a sip, Kiera winced. "Good God, what do you have in here?"
"Family secret."
She glanced up then turned around. "Who's that?"
"Who's who?"
"The tall guy with dark hair."
"My brother, Asher." Amy lit out a shrill whistle. When half the bar looked her way, she motioned to her brother. "Asher, c'mere."
Asher took in the girl his sister was talking to. She didn't look old enough to drink. Good thing he was friends or related to most of the police in New Orleans.
"Asher, dis is Kiera Knightly. Kiera, Asher Brouchard."
"Pleasure," she said, holding up her hand. Grasping it, he turned it over and kissed her wrist, his tongue swirling over her skin. Her lips parted in a silent gasp. He frowned at Amy. "Why ain't your ass on dat stool"
"Cause I just made a drink. See, sittin'."
With a wink to Kiera, he strolled away.
Standing on trembling legs, she rounded to bar to speak to Amy without yelling. "Oh good God. I wouldn't mind tupping that."
"Firs' of all, ew. He's my brother. Second, Orly hears you talkin' like dat, he gonna lock you up."
"As can feel it. Only way into dat room when de switch is flicked is wit a key. Me an Asher have de only ones."
Kiera flipped the switch as she opened the door to Bru's office. Opening it wide enough to slip through, she leaned against it, closing it with a muffled click. Asher was on the phone, his back to her. As quiet as she could in heels, she made her way to the desk. She rounded the corner and sat in the middle, scooting back, which shoved paperwork out of the way.
"I really don' care whose fuck up it is. It's a major part of de house drink an I ain't gonna have any till Tuesday? Bullshit. I want it here on Monday, wit two free cases, or I'm lookin' for another supplier." He turned to hang up the phone and found Kiera perched on the desk. She had peaches-and-cream skin that was barely golden. He loved peaches and cream, especially on a woman. "Cher," he said as he replaced the receiver, "only two tings happen on dat desk." His eyes raked over her. "You don' look like you here to count money."
She crossed her legs, showing him an expanse of her thigh. "Just what else is done on this desk?"
His eyebrow rose. A wicked grin played across his lips. Leaning forward he uncrossed her legs and pulled her forward till she was sitting on the edge. Grabbing with both hands, she tipped his head back. Her lips were a breath away when he straightened, sealing their mouth together. She moaned and squirmed on the desk's edge as his tongue danced with hers.
His fingers skimmed across her shoulders, taking the straps of her dress with them. She quickly removed her arms, plunging her fingers into his hair. Leaving her mouth, he nibbled and licked his way along her jaw and neck, down to her pert breasts. She moaned as he bit and tugged at her nipples. His hands slid up her thighs and under her skirt. He stilled when he realized that she wasn't wearing any panties. Groaning he seized her lips in another kiss.
"Lay back," Asher said his voice husky. When she was prone on the desk, he opened the middle drawer. He lifted one leg and set the heel of her shoe in the drawer before doing the same with the other; then he closed the drawer, trapping her and keeping her legs up. He pushed her thighs open wider.
Kiera held her breath, waiting for his next move. She felt a whisper of a touch, from the bottom of her labia to the top. Her clit was circled before it traveled back the way it came. A finger slid inside then another with the next thrust. Teeth scraped against her clit, causing her to jump.
*****
Hugh tipped his beer up, his eyes following Amy. David Wenham nudged his shoulder. "She's spoken for." He nodded to Orlando leaning against the bar.
"Does he share?"
David shrugged. "Need to ask him. From what I hear, Karl's interested also." The girl coming through the door snagged Hugh's attention. The logo of the bar was stretched tight across her tits. Black jeans molded to her hips and legs.
Beth threw her purse at Thi as her apron landed on her head. "I know, I know. Bozo destroyed de house an I had to clean it up before Mama came home." She quickly tied her apron around her waist.
"He's your brother's dog."
"An my brother ain't here righ' now. Which tables are mine?"
"Le's see. You get Tulane. Oh, David's here." At Beth's blank stare, she huffed. "You met him in California. Played whathisname in Lord of de Rings."
"Faramir," Amy injected as she passed by.
"Oh, yeah." She made a face. "Wish I was as good wit names an faces like she is."
"No you don'." Amy leaned against the bar, rubbing her stomach.
"How much longer you got, sweetie?" Thi asked as she rubbed her friend's back. "Ain't you supposed to be sittin'?"
"Another mont'. I need to walk. My feet are startin' to swell."
"Walk, meanin' from here to de house an back. Not standin'."
"Where is Asher?" Beth asked, looking around for him.
