Free The SEAL Next Door (Alpha SEALs Book 5) by Makenna Jameison Page B

At least once Brianna found another marketing job—hopefully sooner rather than later—she could move on with her life.  Ella might be stuck working here for years while she finished her degree.  It paid better than many other hourly jobs, but she knew Ella hated it as much as she did.
    “Not yet.  Maybe this summer I’ll check them out again when I have some extra time.”
    “What about a job on campus?”
    “The pay sucks there,” Ella said, slipping on her identical dress.  “This job is crap, but it pays my tuition.”
    Brianna blew out a sigh.  Yeah, it paid tuition and student loans, but there was only so much she could take.
    They finished getting ready and walked out into the hallway to start their shifts, almost bumping right into their manager.  Frank’s eyes slid down Brianna’s body, lingering appreciatively on Brianna’s chest, and she fought the urge to slap him in the face.  That was a sure way to get herself fired.  But then again, wasn’t it some form of sexual harassment to have her boss leer at her that way?
    He smelled of stale cigarette smoke and booze, his normally crisp khakis and button-down shirt looking rumpled.  Even though smoking wasn’t allowed in the club, the back patio had plenty of tables for customers.  Although Frank had been known to sneak out for a few minutes for a cigarette break from time to time, the scent of alcohol coming off of him was unusual.  Not to mention unsettling.  He looked like he wanted to say something to Brianna, but his gaze slid briefly over to Ella, and he simply nodded at both women before brushing past them on the way into his office.
    “That was awkward,” Ella muttered.
    “No kidding,” Brianna agreed, walking out into the already crowded bar.  “He creeps me out.”
    “I don’t like the way he looks at you,” Ella proclaimed.
    Brianna raised her eyebrows.  “Me either.  I sent out a ridiculous number of resumes last week; hopefully I’ll be out of here sooner rather than later.”
    “I hope you find something, but God, I’ll miss you when you go.”
    Brianna scanned the room, grateful that she had tomorrow off.  The bar was nearly filled, mostly with men, and the customers were watching sports on TV, enjoying their beverages, and chowing down on appetizers.  Hearty laughter filled the air, and Brianna had a feeling this would be a long night.  She grabbed the notepad from her frilly apron and said goodbye to Ella, heading over to cover her first table.  Her section wasn’t too crowded yet, but she could see Ella was already swamped with a large group of rowdy college students.  Perfect.
    It was only four, and she was on the clock until eleven.  Brianna dreaded Saturday nights here the most, when the crowds seemed to drink even more.  The men would get handsy, the women belligerent, and it was all she could do not to dump their drink orders right over their heads.  How anyone had the patience to be a waitress for any extended period of time was beyond her.  The tips were good, but that was about the only redeeming quality.  She had high hopes that she’d hear back from a couple of prospective employers next week and get the hell out of here.
    A young guy smiled at her as she approached the table, his heated gaze sliding down over her breasts, and she resisted the urge to cringe.  This job might not be so bad if they didn’t have to wear such skimpy outfits.  Half the men looked at her like they wanted to bend her over the nearest table and have their wicked way with her.
    Her cheeks pinked at the thought.
    She could always waitress somewhere else, but then she’d have to sell her car and would barely be able to make her student loan payments.  And she needed a car to get to a job, so…unless a new marketing career landed in her lap, this was it for the moment.
    “What can I get for you, gentlemen?” she asked, plastering on a smile.  Right. As if a real gentleman would openly ogle her like that.
    “You