Page 5 of Secret Billionaire

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After a crazy morning, Jesse finally found the time to check in on Faye. The door was open, so he let himself into the bar. He could hear loud banging coming from the back room and found her in the kitchen on hands and knees hammering a nail into a wooden shelf.

Leaning his head inside the door he said, “Knock knock.”

Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail and she had a bandana headband tied at the nape of her neck. She wore a white tank top under faded bib overalls. And all he could think about was taking them off. His mind went straight back to the feel of her breasts pressed against him.

Startled, she bumped her head when she heard him. At the sight of him her whole face lit up. She sat back on her heels and grinned, then held up the hammer like a trophy. Her cheek was streaked with dirt.

Eye’s sparkling, she greeted him. “Jesse! You’re here.”

His pulse quickened at her warm welcome. “Yes. Checking in to see how you’re doing…um…you know after last night.” He didn’t know why he was suddenly tongue tied.

“I’m okay. Everything seems better when the sun is shining.”

“You’ve got that right. What are you working on?”

“I’m finishing off this shelf I made, then at least I can cross one thing off my endless list.”

His eyebrows rose, “You built that yourself?”

Standing up gracefully in one smooth motion, she set the hammer on the shelf, then wiped her palms against her pant legs. “Yessir, all by my lonesome.”

“I’m impressed,” he smiled at her, utterly enchanted.

“What brings you here in the middle of the day? Are you ready for a cold one?”

“If you can take a break, I wouldn’t turn it down.”

She undid her ponytail then shook out her hair. As she brushed past him, the air practically crackled between them. The top of her head came just about to his chin, which put her about five-eight if he had to guess. Her arms looked like pencils to him, all feminine, skin silky smooth and soft...made him want to find out just how soft. He caught a faint scent of flowers, fresh and clean, delicious.

“What’s your poison?” she asked.

“How about a Heineken?”

“My personal fave. I think I’ll join you. Let’s go out and sit on my rickety deck. I have a couple of lawn chairs we can sit on.”

“Sold.”

Spying the chairs leaning against the wall, he set his beer on a plank and fetched them. Opening her chair first, he swept his hand inviting her to sit. He followed suit. He leaned his head back and guzzled half the bottle in one swig.

“Thirsty much?” she drawled.

He wiped his forearm across his mouth, then grinned. “I’m a guy, what can I say?”

“Yes, you are definitely a guy.” Her eyes flickered as they lingered on his lips. He felt his dick respond.

“How long have you had the bar?” he asked.

“Coming up on three months. Open for a couple of weeks.”

“Quite the undertaking. This place has been abandoned for years.”

“Yep. A smarter person would have demolished it and started over, but I’m just a tad bit sentimental. I decided on the preservation route. I’m questioning my sanity at this point.”

“I think it’s admirable that you want to preserve a part of our southern heritage. This place is as old as dirt. I’m all about history and the vibe of a place. If these walls could talk—you know what I mean?”

She smiled at him, revealing dimples, as her eyes lit from within.He swallowed hard. “So what happened with the contractor?”

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