" I don't!" he protested."Oh, sure you do," she chuckled, "you're a great big beautiful male that likes to turn on the ladies. Especially, I might add... when the lady in question is a babe wearing a sexy nightie." I didn't realise..." he stumbled, "do you think I really do that? Why aren't you jealous?" What makes you think I'm not, honey? I see how she puts out to you, I've been watching. Maybe it gives me a thrill, you thought of that? Maybe I'm getting my rocks off with the competition? You. She’s asked me to do something about it. So I’m going to.’I took her arm, pulled her across the yard and pushed her down, bending her over the hay bale. She struggled and tried to get up, but I held her down easily. Her thin leggings stretched tight across her rounded bottom. I looked down at her and hefted the worn leather riding crop in my hand ‘You’re going to get precisely what you gave Rosie.’ Ignoring her cries of outrage I raised the crop and brought it down as hard as I could, full. Instead of minutes to make the drink, it was seconds. He tasted the drink and smiled, "You're hired. You have to teach my other bartenders how you make those. Let's all have a Hurricane and call it a day."Hurricanes are what I call 'hurry canes' as everyone who orders one thinks Florida bars should keep them made all the time. We sipped our volatile drinks and discussed salary, commission, and tip sharing. He was repeating everything the instructor at the bartending school said. Sonja could. Leah was the first to spot him since Em was in the bathroom at that time and Lily and Jess were tanning, facing the other way. He was looking at the girls trying to spot Emma. Leah would have guessed him 28, 30years at max and tapped Lily on the back, knowing she would be the one most interested. “Handsome guy staring at us at 2 o’clock.” she said happily, because it’s usually Lily who spots the hot guys. The girls turned around to look only to break out in laughter. “That’s Emma’s dad! He’s.