Page 2 of Dirty Work
Chapter Two
I’m shuffling my papers around my desk, trying to look busy. I’ve been at this job for all of two hours and already knew it isn’t for me. It’s simple and the people seemed nice, and I need a good nine-to-five so I can earn a little money while working on my law school applications and studying for the LSAT, but this gig is mind-numbingly boring.
But I also have to admit that there is this one guy who is panty-melting, completely, totally hot.
I looked up from my desk and caught him coming into the office with his expensive leather attaché case, his shirt a little crumpled, casting his gaze over me as he passed by my desk in the reception area. He put a hand up as if to say good morning, but his eyes told me that he’d rather be saying good morning to me in bed.
And he looked like he had just rolled out of bed. Between his tousled hair and his don’t-give-a-fuck grin, he looked more suited to the pages of a glossy magazine than cooped up inside an office all day. And it was so cute the way the big boss had clasped his hand into his when he stumbled into the office, as if to sayyou're going places, son.
I live for guys like this.
It’s the early fall and he came into the office without a coat, and his white button down shirt sleeves were rolled up to reveal tattoos that I couldn't make out from afar but wanted to see up close. His jaw appeared to be made from steel, and it was covered by a 9 am shadow from the morning before.
He looked like he had been out all night, but he made it lookgood.
I’d scolded myself when I saw him. I shouldn’t be thinking about his like this. I’d even fibbed and told him that I have a boyfriend.
The absolute last thing I need is for this panty-thief to distract me from my job and my law school applications.
And anyway, he iswayout of my league.
