He flicks his head to the note and says, “Boss wants to see you.”
Uh, What?
My eyes widen and I whisper loudly, “Am I in trouble?”
He looks me up and down and his lips lift a little. He answers, “I’m not sure, sweetheart.” He says sweetheart in a way that makes it sound like sweethawt.
He takes my hand that rests on the counter, pulls me next to him, and tucks my hand into the crook his arm. I know he sees uncertainty in my eyes. He looks to Mimi and smiles as he speaks, “I’ll have her back in one piece. I’m Max, by the way.”
She does a little head lift and responds, “Mimi.” She points to me and says, “That’s Tina.”
He smiles and says, “Great, she’ll be back soon.” He starts pulling me along with him and I turn to glare at Mimi.
Standing tall with eyes wide, she smiles big and lifts her hand in a wave.
Crud! I knew this was a bad idea.
Chapter Two
Friend-zoned
I’m waiting for Max to get back with information on who sent me the candy and note.
Curiosity eats away at me.
Who the hell would send a guy candy?
Not just any candy, but those goofy wax lips that taste like cardboard.
Someone nutty, that’s for sure.
Maybe even a past fling. I’m wracking my brain trying to think if any of the girls I’ve slept with recently were a bit nutty.
There was that one girl who wanted me to…Nah. I smile at the memory. She was the good kind of nutty.
The door to my office bursts open and Max tries to walk in but it looks like something is holding him back.
Max starts laughing and says, “C’mon sweetheart, he won’t bite.”
I stand and step towards the door, my brows furrowed. I decide to sit on the front of my desk.
What did he bring me, a Pitbull?
Max is struggling with whoever is out there and Max is big. And strong. He looks at me like he wants to burst into laughter. Walking back out the office door, he emerges seconds later.
Walking backwards towards me is a woman; Max has his hands on her shoulders and is walking her toward me. Once she hits the middle of the room, he stops walking. He lowers his face to hers and says, “He just wants to talk, hon.” He flicks her hair playfully, turns and walks out. But not before he winks at me.#p#分页标题#e#
The woman standing in my office still has her back to me and she’s looking at the floor. I do a quick scan of her from the back. Medium height; maybe 5”5 or 5”6 without the black pumps she’s rockin’. Nice body. Great ass. Long dark hair to her waist. It’s shiny and has a nice natural wave to it.
It’s now been over a minute and this slip of a woman still hasn’t turned to face me.
I’m getting irritated now.
I have to break the ice.
I say, “He’s right, you know. I won’t bite.”
Her shoulders stiffen but she slowly turns to face me. Her face is still lowered so I can’t see what she looks like.
I take a look at her body from the front. Decent boobs. Nice curvy body. She’s dressed nicely, wearing a white linen shirt and a high waisted grey skirt. You know the ones that are tight around the ass and get tighter around the knees?
Nice.
She’s also wearing a thick black belt that goes just under her boobs. The more I look at her, the sexier she becomes.
This somehow makes me more irritated.
I ask a little too firmly, “Can you look at me, miss? I just wanna ask you a few questions. Nothin’ to be worried about.”
She nods and lifts her head.
Oh, Hell.
I fight the urge to roll my eyes.
Not a past fling, that’s for sure.
She’s cute. And flushed, I mean, really flushed. It kinda makes her cuter. Not just cute, but adorable.
And she’s petrified.
I have no idea why. I mean, I know I’m a big guy but I don’t think I’m that scary.
She has light green eyes that are unusual because they have a black rim, a cute little nose, and her lips…Oh, man.
Her top lip is full and her bottom lip is fuller.
Damn.
Using my foot, I pull out a chair and motion for her to sit. Thankfully, she does so without hesitating.
Who is this girl?
***
Uh, that voice.
It’s the type of voice you hear in your own made up fantasies. Deep and sexy.
I look up at Mr Beautiful and Wow. He’s actually even more beautiful up close.
Now that I’m close enough to him, I can see he has the same eye color as Max. He looks a lot like Max, too. I’m guessing they’re brothers or at least related.
Just above his eyebrow is a scar; it goes through his eyebrow at an angle and ends at the outer tip of his eye.
A scowl mars his face and he sighs deeply.
He stands up and walks around the desk, sits behind it and takes his cufflinks out of the button holes of his silk lilac shirt. Not many men could pull off looking manly in lilac. But he’s just that awesome.