Page 13 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
Which, apparently, was a lot.
I see my door start to open and assume it’s Colt coming to ask me about something. I could use a distraction just about now, anyway.
But then I look up andthere she is.
The girl from last night.
Nellie.
As if out of a dream, she floats into my office.
“Hi, I’m looking for Nash?”Her voice is light, and a small smile plays on those lush lips.
She freezes when she sees me, however. Her eyes go wide that way that they do, the smile quickly disappearing from her face. She looks like a deer in headlights, stuck to her spot, not sure what to do or think.
I look her up and down, taking my time.
Her outfit is vastly different from last night. Last night, I mistook her for a hooch with the miniskirt and revealing top. But now, much more of her skin is covered up by her knee-length skirt and tightly buttoned-up blouse.
Very prim and proper. I think I like this Nellie, too. There’s something sexy librarian-esque about her right now.
All the same, it’s absolutely impossible for her to hides those luscious curves. I don’t think a potato sack could hide that hot body of hers because it’s just straining to be seen. My eyes fall on her breasts, the middle button being pushed to its limits.
I’d bend her over this desk right now if I could. I already want her body again. It’s like a drug.
And somehow, I’m already addicted.
She’s been standing there for at least a minute, not doing or saying much of anything. Her hand grips the doorknob reflexively, the skin on her knuckles pulled tight from the ferocity of her grip. It’s like she’s going to make her exit.
I don’t need her walking out on me again. Reason one is because I have a lot of ideas for the kinds of fun we can have. Reason two is because I’m very curious as to why she’s here in the first place.
Maybe she’s feeling the same way I am.
“Nellie,”I growl.
She jumps at the sounds of my voice, letting go of the door, allowing it to slam shut. She still hasn’t said anything, and I’m beginning to think she might be having a moment.
“Nellie,” I call again, this time more deliberately. “What are you doing here?” The door opens again, and she stands there, blinking with a bit of a daze in her eyes.
“I, uh, I came to see you. I came to talk.”
I gathered that. I mean that part is obvious. She’s in my office, asking for me by name. Unless some other Nash works at the bike shop that I own, I believe the sweet girl is looking for me.
“Why did you come to see me? What do you want to talk about?”
“Um…” She blinks a few more times, but then seemingly comes to her senses. “I want to talk about my brother Brian. He works for you. I mean, heworkedfor you. Until yesterday, that is.”
Brian?Thatfuck up is her brother? Looking at her, I can see the family resemblance. Now that she’s told me, it’s obvious because they have similar features along with the same dark brown hair. But Brian never mentioned a sister. I mean he never really talked about anyone in his family, and to be honest, I avoided talking to him as much as possible, so I could have just missed that conversation. He was one of the worst, if not the worst employee we’ve ever had.
“And?” I ask. I have nothing good to say about Brian. If he is never even the topic of conversation again, I will have lived a happy life.
“Well, he was unceremoniously fired and –” Nellie stops talking when I snort, trying to stifle a cruel chuckle. “What is it?” she demands.
“I know he was fired because I’m the one who fired him.” Her face turns beet red at my admission. It’s not that I feel bad about getting rid of that dumbass. He was always more trouble than he was worth.
“You don’t have to be rude about it,” she spits back.
“I don’t?”
