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Renaissance Faire

... Breckenridge who had been staring at Kennedy the whole time. “Thank you Mr. Shilling.” Kennedy’s head snapped up. Her eyes wide. She knew that voice. There, standing before her in an expensive suit was Lorne. His auburn beard was now nicely trimmed along his jawline, his hair was pulled back into a single ponytail, and his brown eyes were still as piercing as they were the last time she saw them. A subtle smile graced his lips as he spoke. “I’ve waited a long time to find a place worthy of my investment and I feel I’ve found it. In a few weeks, we’ll be closing our doors for a full remodel. All of you will be sent to be fitted for new uniforms and trained to perform within the theme of our new establishment.” “And what might that be?” asked one of the bar-backs Kennedy liked, simply because he’d change the kegs for her whenever she asked. “A Renaissance Faire tavern filled with the finest bar wenches and barkeeps in the valley,” said Lorne. “Hey, Kennedy, isn’t that kinda what you did last year?” asked one of the cocktail waitresses. “Yeah… something like that,” she mumbled. “And to aid me in the day to day operations, with the sound recommendation from Rocky here, I’d like to make Miss Kennedy Thornhill our new bar manager.” Kennedy’s jaw dropped open as the rest of the staff applauded and cheered. “Thank…” she stuttered and cleared her throat, “um… thank you?” The meeting adjourned and everyone began getting the bar ready for the evening shift. Lorne called Kennedy to his ...

... new office. Locking the door, he said, “I’m sure you’re surprised to see me here.” “That’s an understatement,” she snapped. “You sound angry.” “Wouldn’t you be?” she shrieked. “You never once let on you were looking at buying my bar!” “It’s not your bar, at least, not yet anyway.” Lorne began closing the gap between them. “What are you playing at, Lorne?” “You told me last year over one of our many picnics that you wanted more than anything to own your own bar, specifically this one. So, after that last night in the hotel, I got to thinking about how my time with the Renaissance Faire would end soon, and I needed a back-up plan. I figured a successful bar with the most beautiful and sexy woman would be the perfect thing.” Kennedy scowled. “And where is this woman you speak of?” Lorne stood within inches of Kennedy and said, “Right in front of me.” Kennedy slapped Lorne’s face hard. “Then why did you fucking steal my bar?" she shrieked. "Better yet, why didn’t you tell me you could afford to pay Rocky double its value?” Lorne rubbed his face. “I guess I deserved that. And I didn’t tell you because I wasn’t sure Rocky would go for the deal. He did hesitate at first, saying he promised it to his best bartender. However, everyone has their price.” Kennedy tried to strike again, but Lorne caught her hand mid-air. “Not twice you won’t,” he growled. She swung with her free hand, but he caught that one too, then pushed her into a wall and kissed her forcefully. His tongue invaded her ...