need…”
The feel of her breasts sliding against his chest, her legs gripped tightly around his hips, her mouth caressing his shoulder. It was all too much. “Let go, McKenzie, let go,” he cried out, his own pleasure building.
“Yes, now!” she cried as her body held him tight…
“Wake up!”
Byron shot upright, confused, hard, and not knowing what in the hell was going on. He looked around, his eyes trying to adjust to the bright light. Where was McKenzie?
“What in the hell were you dreaming about?” one person asked.
“I don’t know,” said another, “but I’ll have what he was having.” Laughter accompanied that comment.
With a groan of frustration, Byron realized he’d fallen asleep beneath the tree. To make matter worse, he must have been saying something unfortunate, because his crew was back and they were enjoying his pain.
“You might want to go and find the girl and get some satisfaction,” his foreman said with a big guffaw.
“Go back to work, Wyatt. I’m heading to the offices,” he grumbled.
As he walked stiffly back to his truck, trying desperately not to show the men how painful this walk of shame was, he thought finding the girl was a damn good idea. It was time that they closed on this deal.
Chapter Nine
M cKenzie was late getting back to work. She wasn’t in the best of moods to begin with since her miserable “boyfriend” of long ago thought it would be fun to torment her. No, she wasn’t afraid of him, but he probably figured if he pestered her enough, she would give him what he wanted to make him go away. He was almost right about that.
She couldn’t see how even as a young and vulnerable nineteen-year-old she could have been attracted to that man. What in the world was wrong with her? As soon as she had that thought, sadness enveloped her. Of course, there was something wrong. How could she ever forget?
No. This wasn’t the time or the place to think of the past. But the past was continually in her face. Though deep regret filled her with that thought too, she had to remind herself that at least she was living her life. Even if she had encountered some bumpy roads along the way, she’d been able to handle those roads without utter disaster.
It wasn’t that way for everyone.
Again, she had to shake off the depressing thoughts, and then walk quickly back to the offices. When Byron had come in yesterday, he had been in a foul mood, snapping at her and everyone else. Today, luckily, he’d been in business meetings with his brothers all morning, so she hadn’t had to deal with his foul mood so far. She was going to be more than happy when she was free of him. She had enough to worry about without dealing with a man prone to such incredible mood swings.
Slipping back inside the Knight Construction office building at about quarter past one, she made her way to her desk, where she clicked on her computer and tried to return to work mode. When she heard a shuffling noise and looked up, she found Byron’s standard scowl, and it was harder to deal with than normal.
“I thought you were going to take this job seriously,” he said.
“Of course I am,” she replied.
“Then why do you find it acceptable to take over an hour for lunch?”
What the heck? Was he timing her? A freaking billionaire? She hadn’t been on the clock in a lot of years and no one had ever questioned her work ethic. She’d always worked over the clock. But she wasn’t going to argue with him.
“Is there something you want, Byron?” she asked with a sigh.
“Yes, for you to do your job and do it right.”
That was just plain rude!
“I am doing my job. Is there anything else you want?” She was losing what little cool she had left, and she still had most of the afternoon to get through. Most of the afternoon and two and a half more weeks.
He paused for a moment before speaking again. “Get the Boise papers gathered. I want to go over that situation in an hour.” With that he
The feel of her breasts sliding against his chest, her legs gripped tightly around his hips, her mouth caressing his shoulder. It was all too much. “Let go, McKenzie, let go,” he cried out, his own pleasure building.
“Yes, now!” she cried as her body held him tight…
“Wake up!”
Byron shot upright, confused, hard, and not knowing what in the hell was going on. He looked around, his eyes trying to adjust to the bright light. Where was McKenzie?
“What in the hell were you dreaming about?” one person asked.
“I don’t know,” said another, “but I’ll have what he was having.” Laughter accompanied that comment.
With a groan of frustration, Byron realized he’d fallen asleep beneath the tree. To make matter worse, he must have been saying something unfortunate, because his crew was back and they were enjoying his pain.
“You might want to go and find the girl and get some satisfaction,” his foreman said with a big guffaw.
“Go back to work, Wyatt. I’m heading to the offices,” he grumbled.
As he walked stiffly back to his truck, trying desperately not to show the men how painful this walk of shame was, he thought finding the girl was a damn good idea. It was time that they closed on this deal.
Chapter Nine
M cKenzie was late getting back to work. She wasn’t in the best of moods to begin with since her miserable “boyfriend” of long ago thought it would be fun to torment her. No, she wasn’t afraid of him, but he probably figured if he pestered her enough, she would give him what he wanted to make him go away. He was almost right about that.
She couldn’t see how even as a young and vulnerable nineteen-year-old she could have been attracted to that man. What in the world was wrong with her? As soon as she had that thought, sadness enveloped her. Of course, there was something wrong. How could she ever forget?
No. This wasn’t the time or the place to think of the past. But the past was continually in her face. Though deep regret filled her with that thought too, she had to remind herself that at least she was living her life. Even if she had encountered some bumpy roads along the way, she’d been able to handle those roads without utter disaster.
It wasn’t that way for everyone.
Again, she had to shake off the depressing thoughts, and then walk quickly back to the offices. When Byron had come in yesterday, he had been in a foul mood, snapping at her and everyone else. Today, luckily, he’d been in business meetings with his brothers all morning, so she hadn’t had to deal with his foul mood so far. She was going to be more than happy when she was free of him. She had enough to worry about without dealing with a man prone to such incredible mood swings.
Slipping back inside the Knight Construction office building at about quarter past one, she made her way to her desk, where she clicked on her computer and tried to return to work mode. When she heard a shuffling noise and looked up, she found Byron’s standard scowl, and it was harder to deal with than normal.
“I thought you were going to take this job seriously,” he said.
“Of course I am,” she replied.
“Then why do you find it acceptable to take over an hour for lunch?”
What the heck? Was he timing her? A freaking billionaire? She hadn’t been on the clock in a lot of years and no one had ever questioned her work ethic. She’d always worked over the clock. But she wasn’t going to argue with him.
“Is there something you want, Byron?” she asked with a sigh.
“Yes, for you to do your job and do it right.”
That was just plain rude!
“I am doing my job. Is there anything else you want?” She was losing what little cool she had left, and she still had most of the afternoon to get through. Most of the afternoon and two and a half more weeks.
He paused for a moment before speaking again. “Get the Boise papers gathered. I want to go over that situation in an hour.” With that he
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