Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Good, my voice didn't crack or anything.
He turned to lead the way into the office, and I got a look at his buns, shit, was there anything about the man that wasn't perfect?
And how had I forgotten that I would be working this close to him, please God let him spend most of his time in the shop and not cooped up here in this office with me, I wouldn't last a week.
"Something on my ass?" Oh shit, kill me now, the worlds hottest man had just caught me staring at his ass, my mortification knew no bounds.
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Chapter 3
"Oh no, uhmmmm, I wasn't looking at your...uhmmmm,my mind just wandered there for a minute."
Yep, right into the gutter.
He kept going and dropped it thank God.
I shrugged my shoulders trying to keep the too large suit jacket from falling off of me.
I'm sure I looked a sight, I hated it, but I needed it, baggy clothes and drudgery had become my crutch since the incident and it was hard to give them up.
The fact is I hadn't really felt alive in a long time, until yesterday when I first laid eyes on Colton Lyon.
A part of me that I had believed died at callous hands came back full force without warning.
Now all I had to do was keep my head on straight and stop obsessing over his fuck hot body and those to die for tattoos.
"This will be your desk, mine's through that door, you'll have the place to yourself mostly since I'm usually in the shop working or on the showroom floor.
No one comes in here when I'm not around, my guys already know this.
I run a tight ship, no slacking off, you get an hour lunch, your hours are nine to five unless I need you to stay a little extra for some reason, that shouldn't happen too often but it could happen.
You know your way around a computer?"
"Yes sir...uh I mean Mr...Colton."
It's not my fault that I was a stuttering, blushing mess, for crying out loud you should see him, he's standing with his arms folded which only makes them seem more built, legs braced apart, biker boots, tight black tee stretched across his chest with a picture of a naked Betty Boop on the front.
His tatts are dark and sexy and cover one forearm and runs up to his neck and my panties are wet. So there!
Even my thoughts are exhausting.
He sighed as though I was a trial, whatever big boy, try being on my end of things.
He finished showing me around the office, doling out instructions, his highbrow accent and elocution in total contrast to his bad boy looks.
"You got all that?"
"Yes, I believe I do."
The first half of the day was a snap.
I uploaded the orders from the sheet he'd given me, placed calls to suppliers as he'd instructed and fielded calls for new orders.
Seems everyone wanted an Colton Lyon original.
True to his word he was only in and out sparingly but each time was worse than the last.
Like now, sweat made his T-shirt stick to his body, he looked a little flushed, I guess from the heat in the shop and the way he was drinking that bottle of water, eeeeeeek.
"What is it now?"
"Huh, what?" Oh merciful heavens please tell me he didn't just catch me ogling his junk, but what did he expect, walking around here in those tight jeans,... that hid nothing, didn't that hurt, to stuff all that in there?
"You've been staring at me with a blush on your face for the last five minutes Swan, you got a fever or something?"
"Yeah I've got a fever alright." Of course I mumbled that under my breath, the man was going to be the death of me, no wonder I kept spazzing out, and did he have to wear that cologne?
"What was that?"
"Nothing, nothing at all sir, just getting back to work here, lots to do."
Please take your package and exit far left, I need a damn cigarette and I don't even smoke.
I turned back to the computer screen before he opened his mouth and almost gave me heart failure.
"Am I fucking you?"
Say what now?
"Uh...no?" Was my new boss hitting the pipe?
"What did I tell you about that sir shit?"
Gulp.
"Sorry, I'll try to remember."
"See that you do."
Would you get out of here already before I combust?
The big guy upstairs must've been listening because he made an exit not long after.
Jared brought me lunch which I ate at my desk because I found that the last person had made a mess of the files, not that anything was missing, it's just that there was no real order to anything.
Around two the phone rang, good, break up the monotony.
"Lyon's Place, how may I help you?"
"Where the fuck is Lyon?"
"Excuse me?"
"Lyon, the quack that runs that outfit over there, where the hell is he?"