The Barkeep and the Bro

I'm his boss. He's my daughter's ex-boyfriend. This has nope written all over it. For twenty-five years, I've been in an exclusive, all-consuming relationship with Stone's Throw Tavern, my family's local bar. I don't need a boyfriend. What I need is a new bartender. And what I get is Charlie, my daughter's old college boyfriend, a guy who still acts like he's chillin' at the frat house. He was canned from his Wall Street job and escaped to small town Sourwood for a fresh start. He knows bupkis about bartending, but he makes up for it with his cocky charm...and the tight shirts he wears, which secretly drive me wild. Now I'm making up excuses to hang by the bar during his shifts. There's a pile of reasons why I can't cross the line with an employee. Especially this one. He's twenty years younger than me, and I'm a foot taller than him. Even on a purely mathematical level, this can't work. And yet... The growing heat between the fratboy and me burns like a shot of whiskey. I just need to keep my beer can in my pants, or else I could lose my business and my daughter.

I'm his boss. He's my daughter's ex-boyfriend. This has nope written all over it. For twenty-five years, I've been in an exclusive, all-consuming relationship with Stone's Throw Tavern, my family's local bar. I don't need a boyfriend. What I need is a new bartender. And what I get is Charlie, my daughter's old college boyfriend, a guy who still acts like he's chillin' at the frat house. He was canned from his Wall Street job and escaped to small town Sourwood for a fresh start. He knows bupkis about bartending, but he makes up for it with his cocky charm...and the tight shirts he wears, which secretly drive me wild. Now I'm making up excuses to hang by the bar during his shifts. There's a pile of reasons why I can't cross the line with an employee. Especially this one. He's twenty years younger than me, and I'm a foot taller than him. Even on a purely mathematical level, this can't work. And yet... The growing heat between the fratboy and me burns like a shot of whiskey. I just need to keep my beer can in my pants, or else I could lose my business and my daughter.