Alphas Dirty Secrets

As the night progressed, smoke grew denser in the air.

Since starting as a bartender at the crowded bar a month ago, Aislinn worked her way down the line of customers, filling drink orders as she went. She had taken the job when she first arrived in town, and her sleazy boss Derrick was more than happy to hire her.

He had recently lost a bar tender and Aislinn was above average in appearance even if she didn't think so.

When Aislinn had applied to the job, he hadn't even asked if she could mix drinks. He figured that he could teach that.

She wasn't a super model but she was attractive in a strange way and she was better than the nothing that he had.

Derrick was at the far end of the bar talking with some regulars. Aislinn had learned relatively quickly to keep space between herself and Derrick.

Derrick was an ass.

He was always grabbing her and making lewd comments.

In this place the best spot to be in was behind the bar where the only person who could grab you was Derrick.

Anywhere else and you were fair game for all the jerks who came in the place.

He had even attacked her once. But she had slugged him and gotten away. 

The other people she worked with were mostly nice. Kelly was really the only bitch and that was because Aislinn had gotten the job Kelly had wanted. 

Kelly figured that she had been there longer, had devoted her time and deserved the bartender job. When Derrick gave it to Aislinn, he had made Kelly a permanent enemy for her.

Aislinn hated the place. 

But she needed the job.

She needed the money.

As Aislinn moved from one person to the next along the bar, she approached the new guy who had sat down at the bar near the wall. He was impressive.

His approach had resulted in most of the other patrons making more than enough room for him, resulting in an unnatural amount of space at that end of the bar.

Aislinn was perfectly happy to have a short lull in the number of people she had to deal with. The man was pretty big, even sitting on the stool.

He had black hair and brown-black eyes and was tanned. He looked hard muscled even under the black leather duster he was wearing. But the strangest thing was this ageless appearance to him.

At first look she might have said he was in his late twenties/early thirties. But at second glance he looked almost 100.

Whether that was normal for him or was the fact that he looked as though he'd had the worst day of his life was up for grabs. 

"What can I get you?" The guy looked up at her as if he only just realized that he was in a bar. Aislinn waited and when he didn't respond she asked again. "What can I get you?"

Cullen stared at the girl speaking to him appraisingly.