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Rumors – book 1, chapters 1-3

CHAPTER ONE

“Did you hear?” Justine asks as I take the seat across from her.

Allison, who is sitting next to her, nods her head in acknowledgment. I have no idea what they’re talking about, but I can only imagine that it’s someone else. That seems to be their “thing” from what I can tell. Gossip.

So far, my new co-workers have been welcoming and helpful. With my boss taking an unscheduled vacation on my first day, they’ve been my saving grace. I was lost until they found me. I’ve learned a lot from them, including who’s dating who and the latest gossip going around the office.

That’s not normally my thing. I’ve listened, but that’s as far as I’ve gone with it. They state the rumors as facts, engrossing each other in conversation about anyone and everyone who works with us. Some days it feels like high school all over again. It’s hard to tune out.

For instance, I know that Justine used to date a guy in accounting. It ended suddenly when he started seeing one of her friends. The moment they broke up, which was only last week, Justine had nothing but bad things to say about the both of them. I let her vent, listening intently as she berated him for having a tiny penis and not knowing how to use it.

Allison encouraged her. Prodded her for more information. Wanted to know everything there was about him.  That’s when I realized that she was the hub of information. She knows everything before anyone else. She’s also not afraid to share anything she hears. My second day, she told me that someone commented on the length of my dress and that I needed to dress more appropriately for the office.

It hung past my knees.

Apparently, that meant it needed to be shorter judging by the outfit she was sporting that day. I’ve been wearing pantsuits since then. I’m sure they have an opinion on that too. She hasn’t shared hers with me, but I’m sure it’ll come in time.

With my boss gone for the last ten days, I’ve been as bored as one can be with little to no work on their plate. I’ve scheduled appointments for him in the coming weeks, answered phone calls, and organized my desk. His first scheduled appointment is Monday afternoon. If he’s not back in town by then, I’ll have to call and cancel it. For the third time. Aside from that, I’ve spent most of my days playing games on my phone.

Hopefully he comes back soon. The problem is, no one knows when he’s coming back.

“Yeah, I overheard him on the phone with Hunter this morning. Hunter sounded angry, started to yell, so of course I moved closer to the door,” Allison says, popping the tab on her Diet Cherry Coke.

“I can’t believe it. Why didn’t she call us?” Justine asks, frowning as she takes a bit of her salad.

“I’m not sure he’s told her yet. I’m guessing that’s why he took her on vacation, so he could end things on a high note. I doubt she’s going to go down without a fight. I can hear her now, screaming at him. Threatening to take him for everything he’s worth. There’s no prenup, you know?”

Listening intently to their back and forth, I attempt to figure out exactly what they’re talking about. As soon as they mentioned vacation, I knew it was my boss, Ryder Dixon. The fact that they’re discussing his lack of a prenuptial agreement can only mean—

“He’ll be back tomorrow,” Allison says, grabbing my attention.

“Tomorrow?” I ask, needing confirmation.

“Yeah. They fly back tonight. I guess he has a meeting with his father in the morning. Probably with his lawyer too,” she chuckles.

Not wanting to get involved with their gossip, I finish my lunch quickly and head back to my desk. If I’m going to meet my boss for the first time tomorrow morning, I want to make a great first impression. For that, I require a little assistance.

Shooting Angela a text, I ask her to come over tonight to help me pick out an outfit.

ANGELA: Can Ian help you? Tyler and I are having dinner with his parents.

Tyler Dixon. My boss’ brother. The middle Dixon brother. Angela’s boyfriend of almost two years. He’s the reason I have this job. I’ve met him a handful of times since moving home to Sunnyside, and I couldn’t be happier for Angela. She’s found herself a keeper. I just hope that Ryder is as nice as his brother. Knowing my luck, he’s going to be a dick. A big one.

ME: I’m sure he’ll be delighted.

Knowing Ian, he’ll roll his eyes when I ask for his opinion and tell me everything looks great and to wear what I want. He’s not happy with my decision to take this job and hasn’t let me forget it. The fight might be over, but it’s still nagging at me that he doesn’t support my career choices.

That’s the problem, though.

He wants to support me. He wants to provide for us. He doesn’t want me to work. Dare I say, he wants me barefoot in the kitchen, pregnant, dinner on the table when he comes home from a long day? That’s not what he said, but that’s the image that popped into my head when he was trying to convince me not to take the job.

ANGELA: Sorry. Shoot me pics and maybe I can help.

ME: Deal.

I’ll take any help I can get.

I spend the rest of the afternoon picking up Ryder’s office. I’ve only been in there twice since I started, not wanting to disrupt the organized chaos. Knowing he’ll be here in the morning and his office is still a mess has my OCD alarms blaring.

Cans of both Coke and Diet Coke are littered around the room. There’s a pile of mail on the coffee table in front of the leather couch by the windows. I weed out the junk mail and leave the rest where I found it. Running my finger across the glass, I notice it’s dusty so I head into his private bathroom to look for a cloth.

Happy with the improvement so far, I wince as I stare at the one place I have yet to clean. His desk. It’s a disaster. Every available surface is covered. I’m not sure what needs to be kept and what can be tossed. Better to keep it all.

Stacking papers neatly on his desk, my eyes are drawn to a mahogany picture frame centered on his desk. It’s the only picture he has in his office. An adorable little brunette is watching me as I clean. It has to be his daughter, Amara. She’s smiling in her pink tutu, curtsying.

It’s after six o’clock when I finally pack up and head out for the night. The only person left in the office is Helen. She’s always the last to leave, which surprised me at first. She’s the receptionist. Why would she be here later than anyone else?

“Goodnight, Helen,” I say as I head to the elevators.

“Goodnight, Miss Emerson. Mr. Dixon will be here at seven tomorrow morning. Will you be coming in early?” she asks, standing so she can see me over the desk. She’s a stout woman, no more than five feet tall. She stands any time the elevator dings so she can greet people face to face.

When I first started, she was calling me Miss Hastings which made me feel old. My mother is Mrs. Hastings. I wasn’t ready to be address so formally. She finally agreed to call me by my first name, but still refused to not call me Miss. It bothered me at first but now that I know her better, I think it’s actually cute.

“I suppose I will.”

“Very good, Miss. See you then,” she says as the elevator doors slide open and I slip inside.

Ian isn’t home when I arrive. There’s a note on the counter that he’s down the street at a bar with friends. He wants me to join him but I’m not in the mood. I shoot him a text, asking him to bring me food, and head to sort through my clothes.

My options are limited. Until Dixon and Sons hired me two weeks ago, I was broke. I’m still broke, actually. I get my first paycheck next week and until then, I can’t go shopping for anything. I’m stuck with what I have, most of which are too big on me.

When Ian and I started dating two years ago, I was twenty pounds heavier and bordering on overweight. So was he. Together we joined a gym and have spent the last couple of years not only losing weight but getting healthier. It’s hard sometimes, especially since I sit on my ass most days, but I’m still working hard. Trying to eat better and work out when I have the time.

The nicer, professional clothes I own are all from before I lost weight, back when I first started interviewing for internships in college. When I graduated, my parents bought me two new suits so I looked presentable when I started looking for a “real” job.

That’s been six months.

This is the first break I’ve had since then.

No one is hiring in the advertising world. Not new graduates, even with my exceptional portfolio. They want experienced professionals. Five years or more in the corporate world. I was even turned down for two entry-level positions. When I asked why, they told me someone with more experience was a better fit for their needs.

Laying all my options out on my bed, I match blouses with skirts and shoes. Nothing seems to work just right. Taking a few pictures, I send them to Angela and pour myself a glass of wine while I wait patiently for her reply.

ANGELA: Try them on!

Ugh! I was trying to avoid that. I’m going to look frumpy.

Snapping a few full-length selfies, I’m pleasantly surprised that the clothes don’t look as sloppy as I assumed they would. I send Angela my favorite three options and she replies instantly.

ANGELA: Burgundy blouse from the first pic with the skirt and shoes from the third pic. Pull your hair to the side in a braid and put on bright red lipstick.

ME: I don’t own red lipstick.

ANGELA: Invest in some. It will look great on you. Lunch tomorrow?

ME: As long as I can sneak away.

ANGELA: Ryder has a meeting with his dad in the morning and legal in the afternoon. You should be able to unless there’s anything else on his schedule.

ME: Not that I know of, but I wasn’t aware of those meetings.

ANGELA: He sounds busy so he won’t even notice if you’re gone. Remind me to never get divorced. It sounds like a pain in the ass.

Divorced.

Confirmation. That was what Justine and Allison were talking about earlier. I didn’t want to know or be involved in the gossip, but I can’t avoid it now.

ME: Noon at the bistro in the lobby?

ANGELA: Perfect. See you then.

Snagging the pieces Angela picked for me, I iron my skirt and hang everything from the door of my closet. My nerves are on end wondering about tomorrow. I have no idea what to expect from him or what he expects from me. It’s like my first day all over again.

Not to mention, if he’s getting divorced, what will his mood be like?

Will he be pleasant?

Angry? Indifferent?

Should I stay out of his way or offer to help? I’m supposed to be his left hand according to his father. At least that’s what I was told during the interview. But this seems like a personal matter that he may want to handle himself. Honestly, I don’t want any involvement in his divorce. That seems outside my job description.

“Emerson!” Ian shouts, slamming the front door. “I have food.”

Yum. I’m starved. My stomach grumbles in protest as I walk into the kitchen. I’m hungry and I need to eat, but my mind is running a million miles an hour in anticipation of tomorrow. The last time I had this problem, my food didn’t stay down.

“How was your day?” I ask, unpacking the takeout boxes, popping the lid on each to see what he brought home.

“Fine. Another new account and a few potentials to look into tomorrow,” he replies, making it sound like his achievements are no big deal

Of course he has another new client. He’s a damn magician. People flock to him for some reason. He can convince anyone to sign a contract. That’s why he was sought after before he even graduated. We received the same education and worked the same internships. He was a year ahead of me and was offered multiple jobs before he received his diploma.

I did not.

No offers. No recruiters blowing up my phone with offers. Not until a month after graduation when I received one call, for a marketing position. I was so excited about the interview until I looked into the company.

Telemarketing.

Not my thing. Sure, I can talk to anyone about anything as long as I’m knowledgeable. Cold calling innocent people to get them to purchase items they don’t want or need? Getting hung up on or sent to voicemail? Nope. I can’t do that all day.

As much as I love Ian, when he brags, even if he’s being modest about it, it’s aggravating. He knows this, yet it doesn’t stop him. I’m not even sure he realizes how often it happens or how much it bothers me.

“That’s good,” I say, biting my tongue.

“What about you? How was your day?” he asks, taking a bite of his spicy noodles.

“Good. My boss comes back tomorrow, finally.”

“Really?” he asks, intrigued.

With Ian working for a competing advertising firm, he claims to know all about Ryder and the rest of the Dixon family. He won’t tell me anything he’s heard. He wants me to form my own opinion. When I asked him what he thought of Ryder, he said he’s only met him once. “Pompous ass” was the way he described him.

Funny, that’s how I would describe Ian sometimes. Especially where his work is concerned.

“That’s what I’ve heard. He has meetings scheduled off the books for a few things, so I’m not really sure. I’ll find out when I get there, I guess. I’m going in early, by the way,” I say as I shove a bite of chicken and rice in my mouth, hoping he won’t catch the last few words.

“Why?”

“Because if he’s there, I need to be there,” I reply, taking a more defensive tone than I had planned.

I can feel the tension between us growing. It was bound to happen. Any time we talk about my job, there’s a thickness in the air. I hold my tongue most of the time. I hate fighting with him, but he seems to be unable to filter his thoughts.

“You’re just his assistant, Em.”

And there it is. It’s funny how three little words can cause such a dramatic shift.

Just. His. Assistant.

I’ve been waiting for him to say something along those lines. He’s come close more than once but stopped himself. For as much as he claims he didn’t want me to work, that he wanted to take care of me, I have a feeling it’s more about who I’m working for. Who I’ll be working with.

His competition.

If I succeed, I’m the enemy.

If I fail… well, that’s not going to happen. I’m determined to work my way up with this company. I may only be an assistant right now, but I don’t plan to stay an executive assistant forever.

“I’m sure once he gets settled, I’ll be able to help in other ways. I plan to ask for more responsibility. I mean, I have a degree. I want to put it to good use.” My tone doesn’t hide the anger I’m attempting to keep at bay. I’m not sure anything could right now. I can feel it pulsating through my veins.

“That’s not what you were hired to do. Your job is to answer phones and schedule appointments,” he says dismissively with the wave of his hand.

“You’re right,” I reply, pushing my barely touched food aside. I’m done with this conversation. No matter what I say, he won’t change the way he sees my opportunity. “I am just his assistant, but if that’s all I can be right now, I’m going to be the best damn assistant he’s ever had. So, I’m going to bed since I plan to go in early tomorrow. Is that okay with you?”

Without waiting for a response, I leave Ian in the kitchen and head to our room, closing the door behind me. The urge to lock it is strong, but I resist. Knowing Ian, he’ll be right behind me. He’ll attempt to apologize and hopefully mean it.

Five minutes later, I realize I’m watching the door, waiting for it to open. Why? If he hasn’t come after me yet, he’s not going to. Slipping into an oversized t-shirt and shorts, I crawl under the covers and curl toward the outside of the bed. Closing my eyes, I focus on my breathing in an attempt to calm down.

I have enough to worry about right now, fighting with Ian is too much to handle. Why can’t he be happy for me? Why can’t he support the decision I made? I don’t want to be a housewife. I’m not interested in staying home. I would be bored out of my mind.

Advertising is what I love to do. If being an executive assistant is my foot in the door, that’s what I’ll be for as long as it takes. One day I’ll move up and be able to use my degree. I’m certain of it. Until then, I plan to work hard to prove my value to the company in any way possible. Ian needs to learn to accept that, or we’ll have bigger problems ahead.

CHAPTER 2

My alarm. I knew I was forgetting to do something last night. Focused on my anger toward Ian, I completely forgot to turn it on. I blame him. He knew he was pushing my buttons. He knew I would get upset. He probably even suspected that if he got me distracted enough, I would forget to set my alarm.

Well played, asshole.

The only thing he didn’t count on was his alarm going off just after six o’clock this morning, waking me up as well.

Hauling ass, I’m smiling at Helen a little over an hour later.

“Good morning, Miss Emerson,” she greets me as I step off the elevator. Before I can reply, she sits back down, disappearing from view.

“Is he here already?” I ask, rounding her desk and taking a seat on the corner, carefully tucking my skirt under my butt.

“He’s in with Mr. Dixon already.”

Looking down the hall toward Herman Dixon’s office, I find the door and blinds are both closed. Have the blinds ever been closed before? I don’t think they have since I’ve been here.

“I guess I’m going to grab a cup of coffee, then. Would you like one?” I ask Helen, bouncing off the edge of her desk as the elevator dings, announcing its arrival. Who else would be here this early?

Looking over my shoulder, I watch as Hunter and Tyler Dixon walk off the elevator, engrossed in conversation. The two oldest Dixon brothers. Both turn and say hello to Helen. Hunter ignores me completely while Tyler smiles, giving me a wave as Hunter continues talking to him.

Hunter is the spitting image of his father. At least, what his father used to look like. There’s a wedding photo of Herman and Margaret Dixon in his office, on the edge of his desk. I accidentally knocked it over during my interview. Not my finest moment.

Just slightly over six feet tall, Hunter is the oldest of the three Dixon brothers. His jet-black hair is a complete contradiction of his light, sandy-brown eyes. He keeps his hair cut short, and he’s always dressed in a black suit with a stark white shirt. The only color he wears comes from his tie. Most of the time red or blue, but today it’s green.

The few times I’ve interacted with Hunter, he’s been nothing short of professional. His focus is work, building the company and their brand. He keeps everyone in line, on task, and moving forward. This includes his little brother Tyler.

Tyler Dixon, the middle child, is the wild card. His hair and eyes mirror Hunter’s in color and shape. A few inches shorter than his brother, he’s cut just as lean. It’s his hair that gives me the impression he writes is own rules from time to time. It grazes the tops of his shoulders when he doesn’t have it pulled back.

The wild side is what attracted Angela to him. She’s a bit of a wild child herself. Since moving home, I’ve talked to him maybe five times. Once outside of work, and that was only the third time we had ever met. He seems nice and genuine. You can tell he adores Angela and that’s really all that matters to me.

When it comes to work, he is the opposite of Hunter. He’s more casual, creating a relaxed work environment. Things still get accomplished; he just removes the pressure.

Watching Tyler and Hunter walk into their father’s office, it makes me wonder what their little brother will be like. Will he be a mix of the two or completely different? Casual yet demanding? Laid back or strictly professional at all times?

Does he look like their father as well or more like his mom? She’s a gorgeous woman. Sandy-brown hair and amazing vibrant blue eyes. I’m sure he’s going to be as attractive as the rest of his family. Hopefully not in a distracting way since I’ll be working for him directly.

“Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to get us coffee?” Helen asks, poking me in the side.

“Coffee. Yeah. On my way,” I reply, my eyes still trained on Herman’s office door as I call the elevator.

Safely inside, I relax against the back wall and try not to let my imagination run wild with thoughts of my boss. I might hate him or hate working for him even if he is attractive. He could be rude and demanding. Or, he might be ugly as sin, the opposite of the rest of his family. The black sheep. That would be better, actually. Less distracting.

Why do I even care? This job is my opportunity to prove myself. That’s what I need to focus on. Not Ryder Dixon.

Of course, that’s easier said than done.

The line at the cafe in the lobby is long. It’s the magic hour. People are rushing to their offices to begin the workday. Even though there look to be five or six people working, it still takes me almost twenty-five minutes to get two coffees and make it back to the office.

When I return, Helen smiles at me apologetically as I hand her her cup.

“What?” I ask, pulling her coffee out of reach.

“You missed him again. He was asking for you too. I covered, told him I sent you on an errand. He’ll be back after lunch, but only for a minute. He left you a few things on your desk to keep you busy.”

“Seriously?” I ask, the defeat in my voice evident. He probably walked right past me when I was waiting for our order. I hand Helen her coffee. “Here. I should get started I guess. I don’t want to make a worse first impression than I already have.”

“I wouldn’t worry much about Mr. Ryder, Emerson. He’s focused on other things right now.”

Helen seems to know a lot. She talks to everyone, sees everything. She’s the hub of the office. I shouldn’t be surprised that she’s already aware of what’s going on. If Allison knew, Helen probably heard about it first.

“Thanks, Helen,” I reply, pulling the strap of my purse higher on my shoulder.

A few things to work on. She should have said a towering stack. It’s leaning to one side so I carefully split it in two and get settled. I have meetings to schedule, artwork to upload, and marketing materials to package and send. The list is never ending.

Two weeks’ worth of work to catch up on in the next four hours.

Canceling my plans with Angela, I work straight through lunch in hopes I don’t miss Ryder again. I accomplish more than I thought possible. Aside from taking packages to the mail room, I’ve finished almost everything. His calendar is full for the next two weeks. I hope he doesn’t mind eating on the go because I barely left him a break for lunch some days.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the elevator doors slide open, and Helen stands to greet the visitor.

It’s him.

It has to be.

He towers over Helen as he pulls her in for a hug. If Hunter is tall, Ryder is a giant.

Turning toward me, our eyes meet, and I confirm that he’s a Dixon brother. Those eyes, light-sandy-brown in color. His hair is lighter, dark brown instead of black, gelled back in place, and looks long enough to run your fingers, maybe even grip onto, but cut cleanly above his ears.

Standing, I take in the full view.

His suit jacket is neatly folded over his arm, leaving him in only a white, button-down dress shirt with the sleeves rolled almost to his elbows. The shirt is either too small or he’s that defined because I can see the outline of his chest through the fabric as it stretches in an attempt to accommodate him.

I wondered if he would be a mix of his older brothers and now I don’t have to guess. He’s a happy medium, only sexier. Dangerously sexy. One look at him and my pulse is racing, my palms beginning to sweat. No wonder Ian didn’t want me working for him.

Ian.

Shit. I’m ogling my boss, noticeably, and I have a boyfriend. It’s not like I’m going to act on the sexual desires that are building as he walks closer to me, a sly grin on his face, causing a small dimple to appear on his left cheek.

Nope.

Can’t act on those needs.

That would be wrong.

For so many reasons.

“You must be Emerson,” he says, extending his hand as he approaches.

Wiping my hand down the front of my shirt to make sure I don’t have sweaty palms, I shake his hand and say “Nice to meet you, Mr. Dixon. You can call me Em.”

“And you can call me Ryder. Mr. Dixon is my father.”

Exactly like his brothers. They all want to be called by their first name. Even Hunter, which still surprises me. I guess it’s the only way to differentiate who you’re talking to or about with so many of them.

“Sure, Ryder.”

“Why don’t you come in my office and we can chat a bit. I have a meeting soon, but you already know that, don’t you?”

“That’s all you have this afternoon, sir,” I say, reaching behind me to pick up his calendar, knocking over the stack of boxes I need to take to the mail room in the process. “Shit,” I mutter under my breath and I crouch down to pick them up.

“Here,” Ryder says, handing me two boxes and pushing the others under my desk with his foot. “We can get those later.”

“Thanks.”

Pushing open the door to his office, he motions for me to follow him, a sympathetic smile on his face.

Great first impression, Emerson. Now he thinks you’re a klutz.

Straightening my shoulders, I walk past Ryder and into his office with my head held high. I’m sure he can see right through the facade. I’m not as confident as I’m trying to appear. In fact, I’m the exact opposite of confident. His mere presence has knocked me on my ass.

I wasn’t expecting to be attracted to him. Not that I expected him to be heinous, I’ve seen his brothers. He’s just… more. Tall, dark, and handsome doesn’t even begin to describe him. He has a magnetic pull to him. I want to get closer, to be closer, yet I can also see he’s dangerous. He probably rides the fine line between cautious and carefree, jumping across it depending on how he feels that day.

He’s sinful. In looks and mannerisms.

Like right now.

I’m openly staring at him from across his desk. He’s patiently waiting for me to say something, but the things on my mind right now shouldn’t be shared. Never out loud and especially not with him.

“Why don’t you have a seat, Emerson,” he says, his eyes shifting toward the chair next to me.

Slowly lowering myself, I tuck my shirt under my ass and pray that I don’t accidentally flash him. With how things are going so far, I wouldn’t be surprised.

“Thank you for cleaning up my office, by the way.”

“Of course.”

“It was a nice surprise. Vacation was somewhat of a last-minute thing,” he explains, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. “So, tell me about yourself,” he says, breaking eye contact.

“What would you like to know?” I ask, carefully selecting my words in an attempt to sound professional.

“Where are you from for starters?” he asks as he begins shuffling papers around on his desk, in search of something.

“This is my home. Born and raised in Sunnyside.”

“College?”

This is my chance to shine. My opportunity to show him that I’m qualified to be more than his executive assistant.

“I earned my Bachelor’s degree in Advertising from Michigan State University.”

Looking up, he squints his eye and studies me for a moment. What’s he thinking about, I wonder just as he resumes his paper shuffling.

“What brought you back to Sunnyside?”

This question. I knew it would come up. I’m going to sound like a lost little girl if I tell him the truth. A million lies have crossed my mind, but I’m not a liar. Never have been. Never plan to be. And I suck at it.

“My boyfriend was offered a job here, so we both moved back.”

That got his attention. Sitting up, he relaxes back into his chair and forms a temple with his fingers, studying me. He suddenly appears more comfortable than he’s been since meeting me.

“What does your boyfriend do?”

“He works in advertising as well.”

“For who?”

“Perregrine.”

“Ah, my favorite rival firm,” he replies, his signature dimple appearing alongside a devious grin. “Why not here? Did he apply?”

In lieu of an answer, or in this case a lie, I shrug my shoulders. My guess would be that he did, but I’m not sure either way. It’s been almost eighteen months since Ian was offered the job at Perregrine and a year since he started. I know he applied at a few other firms and there aren’t that many here in the city.

“Well, if he didn’t, he should have. How does he like it over there?”

“He’s happy.”

“And why aren’t you working for them?”

“Oh, I applied, but they didn’t have any positions available.”

“Where else did you apply?”

“A few places in Lansing before I moved back here.”

“And you decided that being an executive assistant was a better gig?”

His question catches me off guard. Is he judging me? I get that enough at home. I don’t need it from him too.

“No, it was my only option,” I reply, clearly irritated. “No one seems to be hiring at the moment.”

“What are your goals, then?” he asks, sitting up in his chair, my irritation with his line of questioning causing him to become uncomfortable.

“To move up. I’ll prove my worth to the company, and hopefully, there will be a place for me here in the future.”

“I’m sure you will,” he replies, a knowing look on his face.

Looking at the clock on the wall, I notice the time. “You have an appointment in ten minutes. Is there anything I can get for you before it starts?”

“Always focused on work. That will benefit you, I promise. No, Emerson. That won’t be necessary. My lawyer is a bit of a prick, so I try not to be too nice to him. He tends to work faster so he doesn’t have to deal with me.”

His lawyer. Does that mean the rumors about the divorce are true as well? Probably, but no matter what, it’s none of my business. It doesn’t affect me one way or the other.

Letting myself out, I close the door behind me but not before sneaking one more glance at Ryder. That turns out to be a bad idea. He was watching me.

CHAPTER 3

One day down, a lifetime to go. Hopefully not. Hopefully, I can move up quickly. I’m not sure I can stand to be an assistant for long. I’ll never admit that to Ian, of course.

I didn’t see Ryder after his lawyer arrived. The door remained closed for the rest of the afternoon and by the time five o’clock rolled around, I was ready to get out of there. I needed food and a mental break.

My mind kept wandering from lust for him and anger at his line of questioning. Sure, he needs to know my intentions. I’ve never been an executive assistant before. No, he wasn’t here to hire me. Still, it’s better to give someone the benefit of the doubt, especially when they hold a degree in the field they’re working in, than to assume they’re working undercover.

Because after thinking about it, I figured out that’s what was on his mind.

Was I working for the enemy? Was I trying to get information for them? That’s not the case, and I plan to make sure to tell him that Monday morning as soon as he walks through the door.

The weekend is stressful. Not only do Ian and I fight most of the time, but his words cause me to doubt my importance to the company. In my heart, I know my job is important. My position was created for a reason and I was hired to fill the position for a reason. I have the skill set needed to be successful.

At the end of the day, though, Ian’s words cause me to doubt everything.

Sunday night, girls’ night, Angela and I meet up for a drink. It’s exactly what I need to end my weekend on a better note. To my surprise, we have company.

Sitting next to Angela is a woman I don’t recognize. Then Angela mouths her name to me when everyone’s eyes are focus elsewhere. It’s none other than Megan, Ryder’s soon-to-be ex-wife. Next to her is Allison and across from Angela is Justine. The girls I work with are nice, don’t get me wrong, but I was looking forward to spending tonight with my best friend, venting about my boyfriend. Oh, and I was hoping to talk about my new boss, the one who’s been fulfilling my fantasies while I slept the last two nights.

Neither of those things will be happening now. The look on Angela’s face is apologetic. She knew I needed a night for just the two of us. It’s become a weekly thing with us, drinks one night a week. No guys. No one else. Just the two of us. We can bitch about everything and anything we want. With the gossip girls here tonight, I won’t be saying much at all. I’d rather my life not be turned into their next rumor.

“Hey,” I say loudly as I take my seat.

Megan forces a smile in my direction while Justine and Allison are friendlier, saying hello and introducing me to Megan. I’m sure she appreciates it when Allison announces that she’s Ryder’s wife as if everyone at the table doesn’t already know they’re about to get divorced.

Angela causally shrugs her shoulders when I look in her direction before raising her hand to grab the waitress’ attention. No matter how many times I try to explain to her that “flagging” down the waitress is rude, she can’t seem to comprehend why.

“What are can I get for you ladies?” she asks, a clearly irritated smile on her face.

“Seven shots of tequila,” Angela announces.

“Seven?” I ask as the waitress retreats.

“Yeah, you need to catch up with us since you were late,” she declares, passing me her drink.

The watered-down brown liquid could be a number of things. Knowing Angela, it’s a Long Island Ice Tea with an extra shot of vodka in it. She’s been drinking those for as long as I can remember.

Taking a sip, I relax back in my chair and let the liquor burn a path to my stomach. The not-so-gentle reminder Angela yelled at me about being late is now all I can think about. Another fight with Ian, one that was prolonged by the fact that we were interrupted by a call from his boss, led to me storming out and slamming the door behind me.

I can’t take the fighting anymore.

Things have to change. Today, not tomorrow. Now, not next week.

“You act like you don’t love me anymore,” he said.

“I do love you. I don’t love the way you try to make me feel less important than I am. I may not have the job you do yet or make the kind of money you make, but I have my foot in the door. It takes time.”

“Not for some of us,” he snarked.

“Well, I’m sorry I’m not as perfect as you. I’m sorry you don’t approve of the route I’m taking to get where I want to be. If it’s that big of a damn deal, why don’t you find someone more on your level? Someone you can relate to more. Someone who cares about their work more than they care about anything else!”

“Em—”

“No! I’m done with this conversation. Figure your shit out, Ian or I’ll figure it out for you. I’m done having the same fight over and over again. Either make your peace with my decision or don’t.”

For once, I got the last word in. Only because his phone rang, distracting him. When he slid his finger across the screen and greeted his boss in a cheery voice that was the final straw. I slammed the door on my way out, causing something to fall and shatter.

I’ve never been so angry in my life. I found the confidence to say things to him that I’ve wanted to since we first started to have this fight weeks ago. Things that I never thought would cross my lips.

“What’s got you on edge?” Justine asks, nudging me in the shoulder.

“Nothing,” I reply, reaching for the two shots of tequila that have magically appeared in front of me.

“Liar. You can tell us,” she says, her voice getting sickly sweet as she leans closer to me. The other girls, including Angela, follow suit and before I know it, they’re practically in my face waiting for me to confess all my sins.

“It’s nothing, really. I got in a fight with Ian and it’s still bothering me.”

There. Maybe that will suffice.

“What was it about?” Megan asks, clearly uninterested as she picks at her nails.

“He thinks his job is more important than mine,” I reply without hesitation.

Maybe it will help talking about it. Maybe they’ll understand. I know Angela does, but we’ve been friends so long it’s hard to tell when she’s agreeing with me to make me feel better or because she actually thinks I’m right.

“What does he do?” Allison asks.

“He works for Perregrine.”

“Advertising,” Justine states blandly. “I’m guessing he’s a big shot.”

“Nope. Small fish in the big pond still.”

“But he’s not someone’s assistant,” Megan chimes in, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she stares me directly in my eyes, daring me to say something. She knows exactly what she’s doing and there’s not an ounce of compassion in her voice.

“Nope. He has an assistant. He has his own office and everything,” I say, my anger rising with each word. “He also makes a bunch of money, more than me of course. Because all I am is an assistant to your soon-to-be ex-husband.”

As soon as the words slip past my lips I regret them. All eyes turn to Megan, who’s currently holding her grin in place as if my words haven’t devastated her.

“You think my divorce is big news? Is that it? Well, let me tell you a little secret,” she starts, leaning forward and lowering her voice. “I was you once. I was at his beck and call, did whatever he needed me to do for him. I helped him make it through college. I was by his side through thick and thin for years. I’m the mother of his child and will always be in his life. He can divorce me and move on, but I’ll never be out of the picture. So if you think announcing my divorce is a slap in the face to me, you’re wrong. He’s not the one leaving me, I’m leaving him.”

“But I thought you said—” Allison starts, a sharp glare from Megan causing her to cut herself off.

“Time to go, girls. I think I’ve had enough fun for one night.” Standing, Megan pushes her chair into a woman behind her, causing her to fall forward. Looking over her shoulder, she laughs before turning her attention to me once again. “Have fun with my leftovers. Try to keep him in line, will you? He was hard to tame the first time around. I’m sure it won’t be easy for you.”

Allison and Justine follow Megan out of the bar without so much as a goodbye. Angela has yet to say anything. We both watch them go until the door closes behind them and we’re left alone at the table. Sliding over into Justine’s seat, I reach for her untouched shot of tequila and down it.

“That was awkward,” Angela finally says.

“You’re kidding, right? She made it sound like I was about to jump in bed with Ryder and that’s not the case. I can only imagine what the rumors will be tomorrow morning at work. I’m probably already sleeping with him even though I have a boyfriend. No one seems to care if the rumors make sense or not. As long as there’s gossip…” I say, letting my voice trail off.

“I’m sorry, Em. I really am. I’m not sure what got into Megan. I mean, she can be a bitch, but that was over the top. I think the divorce is bringing it out in her to be honest.”

“That’s not my fault. It’s not like I told him to ask her for a divorce.”

“It’s her fault, that’s the problem,” she mutters, barely loud enough for me to hear her over the bustle of the bar.

“What do you mean?”

“She cheated on him. She’s the reason they’re getting divorced.”

Well, shit. No wonder she’s being such a bitch. She got caught and now she’s paying the ultimate price. Her family is being split. Her daughter will be confused and one day she’ll have to tell her the truth about why mommy and daddy aren’t together.

“That’s sucks,” I say for lack of anything better. “Another shot?”

“Or two,” Angela says, flagging down the waitress again. I don’t have the energy to correct her manners.

“So much for girls’ night,” I say as I down my fourth tequila shot.

“It’s only eight o’clock, Emerson. Did Ian give you a curfew?” she jokes. That only happened once, and I blew past it by an hour just to prove a point to him.

“Nope. But I wanted to bitch about work and Ian and talk about Ryder and none of that seems like a good idea anymore.”

“So bitch. I thought Ryder would make a good boss. Is he as menstrual as Megan is with the divorce?”

“I don’t think so. We’ve only had one real conversation, but he seems nice. He caught me checking him out, though.”

“Emerson!”

“What? You can’t deny he’s attractive. I’d be an idiot not to notice him.”

“All the Dixon boys are attractive. It’s ridiculous.”

“Agreed. Maybe that’s what has Megan’s panties in a twist. She realizes what she’s lost and that he’ll eventually find another. It won’t be me, I’m spoken for, but she obviously thinks it will be.”

“Who says it won’t be you?” Angela asks with a sly smile on her face.

“Um, let me think. I do.”

“Yeah, but by the sounds of it, you and Ian are on the outs. That could be because he knows exactly who you are working for. He might be jealous.”

“Even if that’s the case, it doesn’t give him permission to treat me the way he’s been treating me. He’s been a downright asshole the last few weeks. He’s making me feel worthless, and that’s not the kind of relationship I want to be in. He’s not the person I started dating. He’s changed.”

“Or you have.”

There’s a knowing look on Angela’s face that I’ve seen once before. The last time she gave me this look was right before I broke up with my last boyfriend, Kevin. He was cheating. I didn’t find out for almost two months. Angela knew something was off about him, that he was hiding something. She had to convince me of what she was seeing.

She’s always claimed to be able to see past the facade that most people put on in their daily lives. She can spot a lie a mile away, it doesn’t matter if they’re trying to lie to her or someone else. It’s a gift. I hate it because she’s always right.

“Spill it,” I demand, reaching for her tequila shot.

“He hasn’t changed, Em. He’s the same person you’ve always dated. He’s never let you wander far without him. He’s constantly pressuring you to make decisions that he approves of. There’s a reason you’re back here in Sunnyside. It’s not because I live here. It’s because this is where he wanted you. He’s in control, no matter if you want to see that or not. It’s the reason I’ve never liked the two of you together. He’s too possessive. The fact that you work for another man, a very attractive, successful man, scares the crap out of him. He can’t control what happens at the office. That’s why he’s trying to pressure you to quit. Please tell me you can see this.”

Relaxing back into my seat I think about the last few weeks. He’s been on edge since I told him about the job at Dixon and Sons and even more so since I accepted it. It got worse when I told him who I was specifically working for. I think he was hoping that I was working for Tyler. That would have been safe. Tyler is with Angela and they couldn’t be happier.

He turned up the pressure for me to quit when I told him that Ryder was returning to the office. It was all he wanted to talk about this weekend. What did I think of him so far? Did I want him to help me find a new job?

It makes sense. All of it. Everything Angela says fits perfectly into place with how Ian has been the last few weeks. The problem is there’s nothing I can do to change it. Unless we split. He won’t change. His opinion won’t change. That’s the one thing about Ian that I don’t love, his inability to see the other side of a situation.

Promising Angela I’ll think about what she said, I change the subject to her upcoming vacation with Tyler. They’re traveling after the holidays again this year. She happily obliges and starts shooting off potential destinations. I try to stay focused on our conversation, happy for Angela, but my mind wanders aimlessly.

To Ian.

To Ryder.

To my future and the uncertainty it holds.

 

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© 2017, Rachael Brownell, All rights reserved.

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2017 in review

So many amazing things happened in 2017 for me, and I hope for you too. Here are my highlights from 2017…

Events

I had the opportunity to attend some great events this year. Four main events stand out for me: Roanoke Author Invasion, Once Upon a Book, Penned Con and Great Lakes Book Bash.

I’ll be attending Penned Con (September) again in 2018 and possibly Once Upon a Book (August).

New Releases

I was able to release THREE novels this year as well as FIVE novellas. WOW! I hadn’t really counted the number of books I’d released until now and seeing as how I released eight books in 2017, my goal for 2018 doesn’t seem as hard to achieve now.

Here’s a list of books I released this year in case you missed one.

Chasing Fate

Sticks & Stones

Losing Chelsea (book 2 in the Love & Loss duet)

Dear Maggie, Love Advice Series 

Dear Maggie Love Advice Novellas (4 books)

As of this morning, the Love Advice series is now available to purchase as ONE e-book – all five parts. The price is still set to $2.99 and will remain that way until 1/29/18. After that, it will go up to $4.99. Snag it now and save a couple bucks!

Dear Maggie was reviewed by InD’Tale Magazine in December and received the coveted Crowned Heart along with a great review.

 

Readers

There are so many amazing readers that I had the opportunity to meet this year and even more I had the chance to catch up with at events. Meeting readers, whether they’ve read my books before or not, is my favorite part of this gig. It makes the hours spent in my office, plotting and planning, worth every second.

There is ONE reader in particular that I have been friends with for years that I FINALLY had the opportunity to meet this year and that person is Kandy G. She lives in the same state as I do and yet we hadn’t been able to connect until GLBB this year.

Authors

WOW! To say that I’ve been blown away by other authors this year is an understatement. The kindness within the Indie community is mind-blowing. From authors participating in my release events to those that share posts for sales and cover reveals, each author I’ve connected with this year has supported me and I’ll never be able to thank each one of them enough.

One author group, in particular, comes to mind when I think of thanking author – Alessandra Torre Inkers. Everyone in this group is helpful and supportive and I’m so happy I’m a part of it.

One of the highlights of this year in regards to fellow authors… I had the privilege of meeting both Jamie McGuire and Rachel Van Dyken at Penned Con. If you know me at all, you know I’m a HUGE fan of both these ladies. Here’s a pic of Rachel and I. (I’m the awkward looking one on the right.)

 

 

Personal Life

This past year I celebrated 12 years together with my husband and one year of being married. The honeymoon phase has long been over for us but we are still finding new ways to enjoy each other’s company. Speaking of honeymoons… we’re in the midst of planning ours. We put it off after the wedding and with eight books scheduled to release in 2018, we’re thinking January of 2019, possibly Hawaii! I’m stoked and he’s pretty much letting me make most of the decisions… for now.

 

That’s my year in review. I’ll make a separate post for what 2018 holds because there’s a lot about to happen and the new year is only 3 days away! If you’ve read this far, I’d love to hear the highlights of your year. Comment below if you’re willing to share.

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Kindle Unlimited

Kindle Unlimited… a subscription that allows you to access millions of ebooks for a low price every month. Check out up to 10 books at once, return them when you’re done and check out more. With so many books to choose from, a subscription like this allows you to discover new authors and books without the fear of wasting your hard-earned money.

Do you subscribe? I do and I read A LOT!

For anyone who reads as little as two or three books a month, you get your money’s worth. For those of us who can read a book in one sitting, as long as we’re not interrupted every five seconds, the subscription is worth its weight in gold. For that very reason, I have almost ALL my titles enrolled in Kindle Unlimited.

Want something new to read? Check out any of the titles below. Click the cover and it’ll take you directly to the Amazon page.

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The Crowned Heart!

was having a rough day today. Nothing seemed to be going right and if something could go wrong, it did. Then things took an amazing turn for the better.

Back in August, just after releasing Dear Maggie, I submitted a request with InD’Tale Magazine for an editorial review. Knowing these things take time, as many authors submit each month, I went about life and completely forgot about it.

Until today.

When my bestie sent me a text that turned my frown upside down.

After months of waiting and wondering, the December edition of InD’Tale Magazine was released and inside was their review of Dear Maggie. A GLOWING review at that!

4.5 stars AND the coveted Crowned Heart

If you’d like to check out this month’s issue or subscribe, pop over to their website. It’s one of two literary magazines that I truly enjoy reading.

 

Want to read the review? Click HERE.

Want to snag your copy of Dear Maggie? It’s exclusive to Amazon and FREE for Kindle Unlimited subscribers.

 

 

 

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🎄🎁 🎄 Holiday FREEBIES! 🎄🎁 🎄

Happy Holidays!

With the year about to wrap you and a new year upon us, there’s so much I’m excited to share with all of you. This month is a busy month for most, myself included. Between writing, working, SHOPPING and spending time with family, I’m exhausted from the fast pace that’s set for me this month.

As things begin to settle down, the new year will be here and there are SO many wonderful and exciting things happening in 2018. Here’s a rundown of what’s in store for the coming months…

Sticks & Stones Rachael Brownell

 

 

 

Holding On is FREE!

Sticks & Stones will be FREE December 22-26 (my Christmas present to those that haven’t had a chance to pick it up)

Jumping Puddles will be on sale for $0.99 January 1-7.

Dear Maggie will be on sale for $0.99 January 22-28.

I have other sales scheduled for February and March in anticipation of the release of Rumors so make sure you subscribe to my newsletter so you don’t miss out on them. Click HERE if you haven’t subscribed yet.

New books coming in 2018…

If you haven’t already heard, I’m a woman on a mission next year. I’ll be releasing 8 books in 8 months! Six of those books are part of the Rumors series, the other two are part of a duet. You can click HERE for more info on both.

Rumors 1 pre-order & GoodReads links.

Imperfect Love Story pre-order and GoodReads links.

As the dates for each release draw closer, Amazon links will be updated. I will be doing a short pre-order window for both (max of a week).

 

I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season. Travel safely and enjoy every moment with your loved ones. If you have a reader in the family, ALL my books are available in the shop and I will sign them to whomever you like.

 

Merry Christmas from my family to yours,

Rachael

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Rumors, Episode #1

NOW LIVE!!!

Emerson & Ryder’s story is live on Amazon, enrolled in Kindle Unlimited, and only #99cents. Since it’s the start of the series, I’ll be keeping it at 99 cents.

Blurb:

“Like wildfire, rumors are easy to spread… and hard to extinguish.”

Flat broke and down on her luck, Emerson Hastings is handed the perfect opportunity. Executive assistant to the head of Creative Marketing at Dixon Advertising. It’s a chance to prove herself, move up with the company, and land her dream job in media advertising. What Emerson doesn’t know is that her boss should come with a warning label. He’s hotheaded, demanding, and sexy as sin.

When long days turn into late nights with her boss, rumors about Emerson and Ryder begin to spread. By the time they circle back to her, they’re difficult to ignore, making her attraction to her boss hard to deny. Everyone has an opinion and no one cares if the rumors are true. No one except Emerson.

 

Series Synopsis:

Gossip in the break room.

Whispers in the hallway.

Like wildfire, rumors are easy to spread…. and hard to extinguish.

 

Find out which rumors are fact and which are pure speculation.

 

6 rumors

5 engagements

4 weddings

3 babies

2 cheaters

1 source

 

And they all live happily ever after… or do they?

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Straight Shooter

If you’ve read any of my books you know how much I LOVE my supporting characters, especially the best friend.  I put a lot into those characters. I pull from a variety of people I know and love. My personal bestie is always well represented in each character. I mean, she’s the greatest so why wouldn’t I include her in the characters I love so much?

Well, my #nano project this year is no exception. Here’s a little bit from Chloe’s snarky but smart and supportive bestie, Addison.

“You know I hate the unexpected, Addy.”
“I know, but you’re just going to have to roll with the punches this time. Love can’t be scripted. It’s always the unknown variable. Things might turn out great, they might turn out shitty. You can’t control what happens or how he reacts. All you can do is hope for the best and prepare for the worst.”
Nodding, I down my entire glass of wine and head inside to grab another bottle from the cellar. If I can’t control what happens tomorrow, I’m going to at least control what happens tonight. Tonight I drink and force myself to forget about what lies ahead.

(c) copyright 2017, Rachael Brownell, Author. All rights reserved.

 

Book: “ILS” (title reveal spring 2018)

Release date: June 21, 2018

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ILS

This year’s #NaNoWriMo project is underway. It’s day 5 and I’m still on target to hit 70K. Yes, I know #NaNo is about hitting 50k in 30 days. I need to finish this project. It’s been speaking to me for months.

ILS is an abbreviation for the title. A title that I’m not sure is going to stick yet so I refuse to announce it. Once the book is finished, I’ll have a better idea if I’m in love with the title or if I plan to scrap it for something else.

Before I get started writing today, I wanted to share with you a little excerpt I wrote yesterday. As my story is beginning to unfold, I’m falling further and further in love with my characters. All of them, not just the main two. I think my favorite so far is a supporting character named Becky. Mom to Wyatt (the male lead), she’s reminds me of my own mom. She’ll call you out in front of your friends, not because she wants to embarrass you, but because she needs to get her point across.

Meet Becky…

“Enough about me,” Wyatt finally says, standing from the table. “Why don’t we get some food and show Chloe the spot we found the other day. If there’s time, we could catch the matinee at the theater.”
“Hell yes!” Jones hollers in delight.
“Watch your mouth, young man,” Wyatt’s mother says as she drops two baskets of fried goodies on the table.
Becky’s an amazing mom from what I can tell. She doesn’t take shit from either of her children, or apparently her nephew.
“Sorry Aunt Becky,” Jones quickly apologizes as he shoves fries in his mouth, causing his words to be muffled.
“Where are you three headed to this afternoon?” she inquires, taking the empty chair next to me and reaching for a fried pickle.
“The guys want to show me some place they found I guess.” Shrugging my shoulders, I reach for the basket of fries but Wyatt pulls it away, grinning in triumph, until his mom’s words catch him off guard.
“The kissing hole?” she asks, her question directed at Wyatt.
“They don’t really call it that, mom.”
“My ass they don’t. It’s been called that since I was a kid. Who do you think they named it after?”
“Ewe!” both guys say in unison while Becky and I laugh at the look of disgust on their faces.
“Keep it PG-13, boys. And Chloe, don’t let them talk you into any funny business. I know they’re cute but they’re not that cute.”

*the above excerpt is an unedited passage from a to-be-titled book and the intellectual property of the author, Rachael Brownell.

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Losing Chelsea

After I released Saving Bliss, I had a few reader requests for more. More of Bliss and Owen, but specifically, people wanted to hear more about Jay. They wanted his story. They wanted to learn more about Chelsea. Their story and Owen’s relationship with Jay was a bit of a mystery to readers.

So I wrote what people asked for, but it might not be exactly what you expect it to be.

You get a taste of the life Chelsea and Jay had. You experience her death through his eyes. Most importantly, you learn why Jay is the way he is and why his relationship with Owen was strained. Oh! And then there’s Skylar… you’re going to like her. She’s a firecracker and knocks Jay on his ass.

Jay’s story is releasing in two weeks and I couldn’t be more excited for it to be in your hands.

To celebrate, Saving Bliss will be on sale for #99cents next week. If you haven’t had a chance to start the duet, pick up your copy between 5/28 & 6/4 for less than a dollar. It will be available on BN, iBooks, Kobo and Amazon.

Here’s a little excerpt from Losing Chelsea to enjoy before release…

“I’ll have a Jack and coke,” I say.
Even knowing everyone involved in Bliss’ disappearance is either dead or in jail, I don’t trust this place. A distant cousin from another mother could be involved somehow. Someone could still be keeping their eyes open for Bliss, silently seeking revenge. 
It’s been two years, but it could still happen.
If they own this place, it’s so far under the radar that Adam couldn’t find it.
“I guess I’ll have one, too,” Owen says after I give him the nod of approval.
“For you, miss?” a sweet, sultry voice asks, catching my attention.
Turning my head in the direction of the sound, I find a beautiful brunette standing ready to take our orders, a pen poised on her pad of paper. Her shirt’s too tight. Her shorts are too short. What really catches my attention is the tiny bit of space between the two, showing her tanned skin and the top of a tattoo.
Wanting to reach out and touch it, I have to stop myself. 
I never reacted this way to a woman before. 
Never felt the need to touch someone as much as I do her right now.
When she walks away, I watch her every move. Her hips sway just enough I want to wrap my hands around them and lead her around the dance floor.
“See something you like?” Owen asks after a few minutes.
There’s a smart-ass comment on the tip of my tongue, but when I turn to say it, I see the look on Owen and Bliss’ faces. They’re smiling at me. Grinning actually, deviously.

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