were done here. Boris was just leaving.”
I am ?
Yeah, he was. But not because she said so. He had other things to do. Important things he was sure to recall once he unscrambled his flustered mind. “I’ll see you later.” He didn’t specify who because he might have lied and said Reid, when in reality the one he wanted to see was Jan.
Yes, I’d love to see her. Naked and in my bed.
Thank fuck for the cold temperature outside . It helped to cool his ardor as he emerged from the building. Standing in front of the company headquarters, he took a few deep, calming breaths.
What the fuck happened to me in there?
Was he doomed to kiss the damned woman every time he went near her? If that was the case, he’d really have to work harder on avoiding her.
Yellow -bellied coward. Yes, those words rang in his mind in Jan’s accusatory voice. He didn’t care. This bullheaded moose wasn’t about to let a few sweet kisses change his mind. Sweet embraces changed nothing. Boris wasn’t the man for Jan.
A few more deep lungfuls of sharp, crisp air later and he felt ready to go when he caught motion from the corner of his eye. Not a big deal, except for the fact it was man-shaped and furtive.
In a town of several hundred, there were no real strangers and everyone said hello. Even if you’d banged a guy’s sister and never called her back and he hated your freaking guts, you said “Hey”. Poor Rodney got more than his fair share of fat lips trying to defend his sister’s nonexistent honor.
But back to who would be lurking in the parking lot. If this were high school, he’d think it was smoking teens. If this were anywhere but Beark Enterprises, with Reid in the office, he’d think it was some dock workers sharing a reefer. However, on the outskirts of town, placing it close to the mine, and with vacant acres around should they need to expand, the company wasn’t exactly a hotspot for traffic of any kind.
G iven the trouble they’d encountered with a certain discontented shifter, intent on causing havoc with the clan, Boris didn’t think he should take chances.
With long strides, the only kind a n almost seven foot man ever took, he crossed the parking lot, the dawning dark enough to cast deep shadows and force him to strain his eyes. He didn’t spot any more motion, but he did catch the lingering fresh scent of … flowers? In the deep of winter?
Brow creased, he peeked around, sniffing to pinpoint the source , which turned out to be the front seat of an SUV. Not just any SUV. Jan’s.
What the hell?
He yanked the door handle to her truck, which opened because no one in these parts ever bothered locking them. In a neat, thick bundle on the front seat lay a bouquet of red roses.
What the fuck?
Who the hell is leaving my vixen flowers? Did she have a boyfriend? A lover…
Suddenly enraged, he grabbed the bundle and strode back to the office, not pausing to analyze his actions or why he felt like swapping skins to let his rampaging moose out to find someone to toss in the air and skewer on his rack. Never mind his antlers didn’t have the sharpest of tines. He’d make it work even if he had to pin the bastard to a wall and slam the blunt tip against him a few times to impale him.
Yeah!
Slamming the outer door shut, then the inner door of the office, he stomped his way back in, only to halt mid-step as Jan barked, “Dry those boots off, mister, or remove them. I will not slip in puddles because you lack manners.”
To think he’d erroneously thought her docile. He growled as, with great exaggeration, he scuffed his snowy boots whilst holding the bouquet aloft.
She arched a brow. “That better not be for me.”
“I will damn well growl at you if I like,” he said, still in a very growly kind of mood.
“You’ll what? I meant—Oh never mind.”
Feet dried, he tramped his way to her desk and slapped the fragrant flowers down, sending wilted petals scattering onto her desk. Keeping flowers fresh
I am ?
Yeah, he was. But not because she said so. He had other things to do. Important things he was sure to recall once he unscrambled his flustered mind. “I’ll see you later.” He didn’t specify who because he might have lied and said Reid, when in reality the one he wanted to see was Jan.
Yes, I’d love to see her. Naked and in my bed.
Thank fuck for the cold temperature outside . It helped to cool his ardor as he emerged from the building. Standing in front of the company headquarters, he took a few deep, calming breaths.
What the fuck happened to me in there?
Was he doomed to kiss the damned woman every time he went near her? If that was the case, he’d really have to work harder on avoiding her.
Yellow -bellied coward. Yes, those words rang in his mind in Jan’s accusatory voice. He didn’t care. This bullheaded moose wasn’t about to let a few sweet kisses change his mind. Sweet embraces changed nothing. Boris wasn’t the man for Jan.
A few more deep lungfuls of sharp, crisp air later and he felt ready to go when he caught motion from the corner of his eye. Not a big deal, except for the fact it was man-shaped and furtive.
In a town of several hundred, there were no real strangers and everyone said hello. Even if you’d banged a guy’s sister and never called her back and he hated your freaking guts, you said “Hey”. Poor Rodney got more than his fair share of fat lips trying to defend his sister’s nonexistent honor.
But back to who would be lurking in the parking lot. If this were high school, he’d think it was smoking teens. If this were anywhere but Beark Enterprises, with Reid in the office, he’d think it was some dock workers sharing a reefer. However, on the outskirts of town, placing it close to the mine, and with vacant acres around should they need to expand, the company wasn’t exactly a hotspot for traffic of any kind.
G iven the trouble they’d encountered with a certain discontented shifter, intent on causing havoc with the clan, Boris didn’t think he should take chances.
With long strides, the only kind a n almost seven foot man ever took, he crossed the parking lot, the dawning dark enough to cast deep shadows and force him to strain his eyes. He didn’t spot any more motion, but he did catch the lingering fresh scent of … flowers? In the deep of winter?
Brow creased, he peeked around, sniffing to pinpoint the source , which turned out to be the front seat of an SUV. Not just any SUV. Jan’s.
What the hell?
He yanked the door handle to her truck, which opened because no one in these parts ever bothered locking them. In a neat, thick bundle on the front seat lay a bouquet of red roses.
What the fuck?
Who the hell is leaving my vixen flowers? Did she have a boyfriend? A lover…
Suddenly enraged, he grabbed the bundle and strode back to the office, not pausing to analyze his actions or why he felt like swapping skins to let his rampaging moose out to find someone to toss in the air and skewer on his rack. Never mind his antlers didn’t have the sharpest of tines. He’d make it work even if he had to pin the bastard to a wall and slam the blunt tip against him a few times to impale him.
Yeah!
Slamming the outer door shut, then the inner door of the office, he stomped his way back in, only to halt mid-step as Jan barked, “Dry those boots off, mister, or remove them. I will not slip in puddles because you lack manners.”
To think he’d erroneously thought her docile. He growled as, with great exaggeration, he scuffed his snowy boots whilst holding the bouquet aloft.
She arched a brow. “That better not be for me.”
“I will damn well growl at you if I like,” he said, still in a very growly kind of mood.
“You’ll what? I meant—Oh never mind.”
Feet dried, he tramped his way to her desk and slapped the fragrant flowers down, sending wilted petals scattering onto her desk. Keeping flowers fresh
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