Brainy Bartender by Natalie Ann

Brainy Bartender

Brainy Bartender by Natalie Ann (Hero Club)
English | 2020 | Romance | ePUB | 2.7 MB

Add one hidden past. A dash of a pretend role. A shot of steamy chemistry. Put it in a shaker, then pour for one exotic cocktail on the rocks!
Wesley Templeton was determined to not follow in his namesake’s path as a Cardiac Surgeon. Was he smart enough for it? Of course, he was a genius after all. Did he have the time and patience to master the craft? Absolutely. Was he going to let his controlling grandfather hold his trust fund over his head until he achieved what was expected of him? Hell no!
Harper Fairchild was the redheaded stepchild. Literally. Smart, nerdy, picked on, and often thought of as an outcast. Her social life was a dismal as her family relationships, so she left when she could and made a new life somewhere else. Unfortunately she found it was hard to break the mold of what cast her as undesirable. Until she loses a bet with a coworker and has to be made-over for a blind date. When that turns into another disaster she escapes to a bar to nurse her emotional wounds, striking up a conversation with the sexy bartender and wondering if she could keep up the ruse of the confident sexy chick she was pretending to be.


When he heard a female laugh, he turned to see Graham come out of his office with his arm around a stunning woman, and another man with them laughing. “Liam, I’ll catch up with you later,” Graham said, then leaned down and kissed the woman on the lips. “I’ll see you later tonight, Genevieve.”

The man named Liam turned and watched Graham and the woman kiss, a look in his eyes that came off as jealousy, but Wes pushed it off. Genevieve passed him and Wes couldn’t help but notice the big fat rock on her left hand.

“I’ll let him know you’re here,” the receptionist said, walking toward Graham’s office, then coming back. “If you’ll follow me.”

He stood up and trailed behind, then moved past her into Graham’s office.

“Well, I’ll be damned. Brainy Wesley,” Graham said, smiling and walking forward to shake his hand. “I didn’t even recognize you in the waiting room. You’ve not only grown up but also out.”

“It’s just Wes now,” he said. After high school he shortened his name and tried to shed the brainy nerd persona everyone thought he was.

There was no thought behind it. In high school he’d been a freshman tutoring Graham—a senior—in physics seven years ago.

He was called out for being smart, or “brainy” as Graham called him. Only Graham never said it in a condescending tone, just like now.

“Wes fits you better,” Graham said. “Have a seat.”

Wes also thought the shortened name went better with his six-foot-three-inch frame and bodybuilder physique. He was damn well sick of being pushed around and by the time he went off to college he’d decided to make sure no one looked at him like Graham had when he’d seen him last. All the money and name in the world didn’t stop bullies.

“This place suits you,” Wes said. “Even down to the suit.”

The suit that cost a pretty penny, Wes knew, since his own was right up there with it. Templetons had the best; it was something his grandfather insisted on.

“Have to look the part,” Graham said. “So what can I do for you? You’re still in college, right? Going to be some cardiac surgeon or another doctor like the rest of the men in your family?”

Wes snorted. “Hardly. That’s why I’m here.” He pulled a letter out of the inside of his suit jacket. “I’m starting my final year at Columbia.”

Graham laughed. “Has to be a science major.”

“Biology. Doesn’t matter,” Wes said, holding the letter out to him. “I got that last week and I want to know what you can do with it before I graduate.”

Graham reached for the paper and opened it. “Two hundred and fifty thousand as the first installment of your trust fund. Nothing to sneeze at there.”

“No. Can you add a million to that in a year?”

“If you’re willing to be risky?” Graham said. “Which means you could lose most of it too.”

Wes knew that. He knew if this failed, he might have to just continue on with the path that was paved for him until he could find another way.

He didn’t want to do that. He wanted out and this was the only way he could see his freedom.

“I’m willing to take that risk.”

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