Free Beautiful Disaster (A Pirate Romance book, Historical Romance) by Heather C. Myers Page A

“It’s an expression, Johnny.  No need to get offended.  Now Brian is going to be helping you learn what you’re going to do, okay?  I’ll be waiting tables, if you have any questions.” 
     
    With that, she headed into the back, leaving Johnny alone with Brian.  Suddenly uncomfortable, Johnny slipped what he hoped to be a very charming smile at his new employer, but Brian didn’t seem as moved by it as women usually were.
     
    “I don’t know how you know Isabelle,” Brian began, his blue eyes hard as diamonds.  “I don’t really want to know.  I’m not exactly sure why she and Zach broke up.  Again, I really don’t want to know.  I never liked the kid; only hired him because Izzy liked him.  Now listen and you listen good.”  As he said this, he stuck out a threatening index finger, and waved it in front of Johnny, his eyes pointedly intimidating.  “I’m not sure what relationship you and Izzy are in, if you’re even in a relationship.  I don’t know why she’s letting you stay with her.  Again, none of my business.  What I do know is that if you hurt her in any way, if you break her heart, I will break your neck.  You got that?”
     
    Though Johnny was a good half a head taller than Brian, and was no doubt stronger than the old man, Johnny was definitely (and rightfully) intimidated by him.  “Yes, sir,” he said in a breathy manner.  He swallowed, and then smiled once again.
     
    “Good.”  Brian’s nod was curt, and he glanced down at the bar before nodding at Johnny.  “All right, c’mon back here, kid.  Izzy said you knew a lot about alcohol.  Before we get into your official duties, why don’t you come over here and show me what you know, hmm?” 

Chapter 12
     
    Johnny’s eyes followed Izzy as she interacted with the customers and as she served them the oddest (albeit very delicious smelling) food he had ever seen.  She had the brightest smile he had ever encountered because it was so genuine.  The lasses back in his day were known for their deceptive nature, their guarded eyes, their tight smiles.  To give them credit, he knew that there were times when people needed to be that way; he usually was. 
     
    But this woman was so different from that.  He had no idea about her life, save for the fact that she lived on what was known as Balboa Island, recently broke up with her ex-boyfriend, and went to school.  That, and she looked absolutely radiant in her pink underclothing. 
     
    Johnny smiled at the memory of her, sitting there so expectantly in barely anything at all.  With her wild hair falling down her back much like an untamable waterfall, and those brown orbs of hers filled with brimming sexuality, she had to be one of the most alluring women he had ever laid eyes on.  Freckles were scattered across her cheeks and the bridge of her small, upturned nose, but she made no move to cover them.  He found that he liked it; it was natural and refreshing.  Her body was definitely something to brag about.  She had a graceful neck, feminine shoulders, and the curves of an hourglass.  Her breasts were quite impressive, her stomach was flat but curvy, and her legs were long for her five foot five frame, strong as well.
     
    God, she was beautiful, more so than she even knew.  He found this quite surprising because he was obviously good looking, and used his charm, wit, and attractiveness to get what he wanted.  Again, she was different in this respect because instead of wearing clothes that enhanced those curves he had seen on their first meeting, she hid them quite purposefully.  Her beautiful golden hair was pulled back quite casually into a high ponytail, with errant strands falling all over and framing her heart-shaped face.  She wore a tunic (t-shirt?) that was slightly formfitting, but was far from low-cut.  The denim pants she wore, however, were cut low and fit her wonderfully, revealing the wonderful curve of her backside.  She may not have