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“It’s only nine,” he says with a smile.
“Okay,” I say in a small voice, entranced momentarily in his warm, blue rays.
Chapter 14
Richard
I wrap my arm around Kayla’s shoulders when we walk across the street from where I park my Lexus, toward J L Electronic Wholesales. It’s an individual, one storage building with white walls and red window frames. Kayla feels tense and I know she’s nervous. I squeeze her shoulder. “It’s going to be okay, Kayla.”
“Thanks for coming with me,” she says.
She walks into the building with her chin held high, exchanges good mornings with a few people that are in front of their desks. And then she stops in front of an office and knocks on the door.
When a voice answers, Kayla opens the door. I resist my urge to follow her and let her walk in there alone, but I block the door from closing so I can keep an eye on them. As soon as I glimpse the man I saw a few days earlier at the bar clothed in an expensive suit, my blood boils and I curl my hands into fists. Looking up from his computer, Jason Jerkins glances at Kayla with a contempt expression before he notices me. He frowns but doesn’t ask questions.
Kayla hands Jason her resignation letter and turns toward her desk. While he opens and reads the letter, Kayla quickly puts her few personal items into a large shopping bag she brought with her.
Although she’s been working here for months, Kayla’s has very few items on her desk. A coffee mug, some potted plants and books are all she’s got. The agave and the aloe are the main reasons she is here today, instead of emailing the resignation letter. She’s had them for two years, and they’re her pets.
Jason watches her silently for a moment, and then he speaks, “You’re not serious, Kayla, are you really quitting?”
Kayla takes a deep breath and says, “I am, Jason. And I would like to have my last paycheck now.”
Jason smirks. “I’m afraid I can’t do that because you didn’t give me an advance notice.”
That asshole! Kayla’s voice trembles a bit when she speaks. “You expect me to give you an advance notice after what you did?”
Jason shrugs. “What did I do?”
While Kayla stands where she is, unable to speak, I step into the office. “Just give her the goddamn check!”
Jason glances at me insolently, and then scoffs at Kayla, “Now I see why. You prefer older dicks.”
Anger rages through me, and I roar. “Shut the fuck up! You’re lucky Kayla wants to let it go instead of suing your ass off.”
The prick laughs. “She can’t. She signed off her right to sue.”
I recall what Kayla told me about signing some paper, which made it difficult for her to make a case of sexual harassment. Even so, how could the bastard be without remorse? I can’t hold my rage toward the insolent bastard any longer.
I clench my fists, reminding myself I’m here to help Kayla, not to mess things up, but a look at his smug face makes me lose my control.
I swing at him so hard his head twists to the side by the blow and looks as if permanently stuck in the angle.
“Shit!” he curses, holding his jaw, which apparently has been dislocated. “You’ll have to pay for this!” he shouts, not at me, but at the wall in front of his eyes.
“To hell I will,” I say. “If you don’t want another blow, you’d better tell your accountant to prepare her paycheck right away.”
The jerk glares at me for a few seconds and picks up the phone on his desk.
“Let’s wait outside,” I say to Kayla, taking the shopping bag from her hand.
We leave J L Electronics ten minutes later, with Kayla’s paycheck in her purse. When I open the passenger door for Kayla, she wraps her arms around my neck, and says, “Thank you, Richard, for beating that jerk. I felt good watching it.”
I grin. “You’re welcome. It makes all the late night training worth it.”
She stands on her toes and meets my lips with hers.
It’s been at least two decades since I last kissed a woman on the street. I’m way passed that stage, but hell, passion knows no age. I feel reborn, and of course, horny. All I know is I can’t get enough of her pouty lips and my tongue likes the taste of hers. My boner is pressing into her soft tummy relentlessly, demanding for attention. Kayla wriggles against it playfully, making me groan.
