Valentine (A Standalone Novel) (Bad Boy Romance Book) by Claire Adams
Authors: Claire Adams
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clipboards and glanced around. "Everyone out
in the shop working?"
"Yes, sir, they are. I saved you some
breakfast burritos that Jerry brought in this morning. They're in the bottom
left drawer of the fridge." She checked her watch. "You're a little early.
Get in there and scarf them down before they see you or find them in the
fridge. They were big, but delicious."
"Sounds good. Thank you, I'm
starving." I rubbed my hand over my stomach and made a beeline for the
break room. After setting down the orders that would fill up the rest of my
evening, I got into the fridge and pulled out what would be lunch and dinner.
My stomach was killing me, but it was nothing new. It was almost a comfortable
reminder that I still had more to do, more to strive to be. I wasn't there yet,
or anywhere close to it, but I was pushing hard and fast.
"There you are." Jerry's voice
pulled me from my thoughts. He chuckled and lifted his eyebrow as I turned
around. "Did Sharon save you those?"
"You know she did." I shrugged.
"I'm young and studly. What can I say?"
"Nothing, Mr. Humility." He
laughed and sat down at one of the three tables in the break room. "I got
a bike coming in later today, so I might pull you from one of those brake jobs
and get you to help me look at it. You know I hate doing those things. I'm an
auto guy."
"Yeah, sure. I'm a 'whatever gets me
paid' man, myself." I pulled the burritos from the microwave and sat down
beside him. "You want one?"
"No, you need your strength." He
tapped the table and gave me the once over as I dug in, unable to hold back as
I scarfed them down. "Tate, you know I'm looking for someone to move up
and become the assistant manager for me at this place."
"Yeah, but you know that spot belongs
to one of the other guys. Lefty has been your right hand man for twenty years.
He's a good pick for that." I licked at my fingers and continued to eat.
"He's a good mechanic, but he has no
business sense." He reached out and squeezed my arm. "I know you have
a lot going on, but I see a ton of potential in you. I want you to think about
it. It's a three dollar an hour raise, which I know will help out at home, but
I need you here more."
I nodded and sat back in my chair as I
popped the last bit of food into my mouth. "I'll think it over. I
appreciate you thinking I'm capable of doing something so big around
here."
"We all have faith in you. You're
young, innovative, and full of energy. We need more of you, not less. Just
think about it." He got up and walked toward the door. "Oh, and
Sharon said some girl called earlier today and said you told her to bring her
car by for a new tire. Said you were paying for it?"
I laughed and got up as butterflies danced
around my chest. The girl from the night before, the one on the side of the
road. How many times had I thought about her over the last twelve hours? Too
many to count. It was weird, and I'd never label it as love at first sight, but
a slight infatuation? Yes. Wanting to get into her panties? Fuck, yes.
"I told her she'd have to pay for the
tire, but that I'd do the work for free. I'll do it after hours, though. I
promise." I threw away the trash in my hands.
"I don't care when you do it. Sounds
serious, though. You working for free? What I gotta do to get a little bit of
free action out of you?"
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over
my chest. "You gotta shave that scruffy-ass beard for starters."
He laughed loudly, flipped me off, and
walked out.
The feeling of fullness after eating so
much left me wanting to take on the world. It was crazy how much my hunger
affected my mood.
I jogged back to the front of the office
to give Sharon a smile. "That was fucking awesome. I feel like a million
bucks." I rubbed my stomach and licked at my lips playfully.
"Stop it, you're turning me on.
You're far too hot to be licking your lips like that. You'll make Jerry
jealous. Having me blush around you and such." She smirked and turned back
to her paperwork.
in the shop working?"
"Yes, sir, they are. I saved you some
breakfast burritos that Jerry brought in this morning. They're in the bottom
left drawer of the fridge." She checked her watch. "You're a little early.
Get in there and scarf them down before they see you or find them in the
fridge. They were big, but delicious."
"Sounds good. Thank you, I'm
starving." I rubbed my hand over my stomach and made a beeline for the
break room. After setting down the orders that would fill up the rest of my
evening, I got into the fridge and pulled out what would be lunch and dinner.
My stomach was killing me, but it was nothing new. It was almost a comfortable
reminder that I still had more to do, more to strive to be. I wasn't there yet,
or anywhere close to it, but I was pushing hard and fast.
"There you are." Jerry's voice
pulled me from my thoughts. He chuckled and lifted his eyebrow as I turned
around. "Did Sharon save you those?"
"You know she did." I shrugged.
"I'm young and studly. What can I say?"
"Nothing, Mr. Humility." He
laughed and sat down at one of the three tables in the break room. "I got
a bike coming in later today, so I might pull you from one of those brake jobs
and get you to help me look at it. You know I hate doing those things. I'm an
auto guy."
"Yeah, sure. I'm a 'whatever gets me
paid' man, myself." I pulled the burritos from the microwave and sat down
beside him. "You want one?"
"No, you need your strength." He
tapped the table and gave me the once over as I dug in, unable to hold back as
I scarfed them down. "Tate, you know I'm looking for someone to move up
and become the assistant manager for me at this place."
"Yeah, but you know that spot belongs
to one of the other guys. Lefty has been your right hand man for twenty years.
He's a good pick for that." I licked at my fingers and continued to eat.
"He's a good mechanic, but he has no
business sense." He reached out and squeezed my arm. "I know you have
a lot going on, but I see a ton of potential in you. I want you to think about
it. It's a three dollar an hour raise, which I know will help out at home, but
I need you here more."
I nodded and sat back in my chair as I
popped the last bit of food into my mouth. "I'll think it over. I
appreciate you thinking I'm capable of doing something so big around
here."
"We all have faith in you. You're
young, innovative, and full of energy. We need more of you, not less. Just
think about it." He got up and walked toward the door. "Oh, and
Sharon said some girl called earlier today and said you told her to bring her
car by for a new tire. Said you were paying for it?"
I laughed and got up as butterflies danced
around my chest. The girl from the night before, the one on the side of the
road. How many times had I thought about her over the last twelve hours? Too
many to count. It was weird, and I'd never label it as love at first sight, but
a slight infatuation? Yes. Wanting to get into her panties? Fuck, yes.
"I told her she'd have to pay for the
tire, but that I'd do the work for free. I'll do it after hours, though. I
promise." I threw away the trash in my hands.
"I don't care when you do it. Sounds
serious, though. You working for free? What I gotta do to get a little bit of
free action out of you?"
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over
my chest. "You gotta shave that scruffy-ass beard for starters."
He laughed loudly, flipped me off, and
walked out.
The feeling of fullness after eating so
much left me wanting to take on the world. It was crazy how much my hunger
affected my mood.
I jogged back to the front of the office
to give Sharon a smile. "That was fucking awesome. I feel like a million
bucks." I rubbed my stomach and licked at my lips playfully.
"Stop it, you're turning me on.
You're far too hot to be licking your lips like that. You'll make Jerry
jealous. Having me blush around you and such." She smirked and turned back
to her paperwork.
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