Meagan (I Dare You Book 3) by Jennifer Labelle Read Free Book Online Page A

eyes on her occasionally. She wasn’t sure if she liked it or if she should give into the anxiety.
    They’re like a family, and now I’m a part of it. The thought put her at ease.
    When the doors opened, it didn’t take long for the bar to fill up. Not as busy as her first night’s celebration with Nathan and the gang, but enough that it made the time fly by. She was enjoying herself. Megan was a natural at the job; drink orders were filled, shots were sold, tables were wiped, and generous tips were made.
    “How’s it going?” Ashley caught up to her at the bar in the middle of their shift and asked while she waited for more beer.
    “Great. The job’s pretty straightforward, and the tips have been pretty good so far.” Meagan chuckled. “But do you always get hit on so much? I think I’ve had about ten propositions so far, and I don’t even want to count how many numbers have been slipped to me as I pass by.”
    “Oh yeah, it comes with the territory. You’ll get used to it. You’re a beautiful woman, and also fresh meat here. It’ll die down eventually, and if anyone ever gets out of hand just tell one of the guys. Coop, Cory, Brett, Dave, and Mike are quite protective when need be.”
    “I’ve noticed, and I love that family atmosphere you all have going. I really think I’m going to like it here. I just hope I do a good enough job. The harmless flirting and propositions I can handle, though. I took a few self-defense classes once I got burned with an ex that got a little rough, and I vowed it would never happen again.”
    “Oh wow, and good for you. You’re doing great, though, and I really meant it when I said I was glad to see another female in this place. I have a feeling we’ll be great friends.” Ashley squeezed her hand before leaving with a full tray. “I’ll see you later.” She was taking table orders that night while Meagan walked around offering people shots of various flavors and colors, and cleaned up in between. All went well, until later on.
    She spotted Lyric aka Coop at the end of the bar as she wiped down a vacant table. It was almost the end of the night, and the crowd had begun to die down. With one leg propped up, Coop’s elbows rested against the wooden ledge behind him. He was definitely in his own element, cool, confident, and incredibly sexy. Meagan had to stop herself from drooling. Man, I’ve got to stop this, and as soon as the thought came out she felt as if a glass of cold water hit her as a gorgeous blonde approached him with a friend, both ladies strategically placed on either side of him. They began to giggle and press themselves against him while they talked. He looked amused by whatever it was they were saying, and she couldn’t take it anymore.
    Get a grip, Meagan. This probably happens all the time. He’s sexy, talented, outgoing, extremely nice, single from what I could tell, owns his own business, and has his own band. A complete and total package that you’re not ready for. Do not go there. You haven’t got a right to be jealous. She turned abruptly, hoping to distract herself with something else and finish up her task at hand, but instead landed smack dab in the middle of a solid chest.
    “Excuse me,” she muttered, and tried walking around the man.
    “Wait a sec, would you?” His large hand gripped her upper arm to stop her and jerked her closer. The strong stench of beer hit her nostrils, and she tried hard not to grimace. He was obviously drunk, and she wanted him to let her go. “What’s your name, sweetheart? My name is Greg, and I’m pretty sure you’re new here.” He burped, and this time she cringed.
    “I am.” She pulled on her arm to get free, and although he let go, he took a step closer. “If you’ll excuse me.” Meagan unsuccessfully tried to step around him again, but he blocked her way. “I’ve got to get back to work.”
    “Oh, come on, baby, don’t be like that. All I asked for was your name.”
    “Meagan,” she