Page 20 of The Boss's Possession

“Ah, so what are you doing here?” Willow asked.

He didn’t mind that women were watching. “I thought you could use a hand.”

Willow stopped cutting and turned toward him. “Use a hand?”

“I’m going to be your assistant for the day.”

“Oh, honey, you cannot turn him down.”

Carson smiled at the woman, who turned bright red once he did. “See, I’m a good guy to have around.”

“And you don’t even know how to handle the register.”

“But I can measure and cut.” Carson held his hand out for the scissors. “How about it?”

Willow licked her bottom lip and he had to wonder if she was thinking a lot of sexy thoughts. He knew he was.

“Fine. Okay, fine.” She handed him the scissors. If you have any problems, let me know.”

She gave his arm a squeeze and left to go to the counter, where two people were already waiting to be served.

Returning to the woman, he saw at least three more women were holding fabric in their arms.

Okay, he could do this. How hard could it be, cutting fabric?

Chapter Five

It was hard for Willow not to find Carson attractive as she watched him hold fabric, open the folded pieces, and then line them up on the cutting table. There was a nice new pile of remnants she would have to measure and mark up, but that wouldn’t be a problem.

The women adored Carson.

Yes, he was feared. She noticed a couple of women had stepped inside and left immediately. A few men as well.

Willow had placed a brand-new fabric order to get ready for the winter fabrics, and since they had a huge supply already of summer fabrics, she had to make space for the new ones. Her grandmother always did a stock clearing sale after ordering fabrics. The amount of fabric she bought would determine the markdown price.

It was always a big success and helped to bring feet back into the shop. The online orders had been going through the roof as well. When that happened, Willow always made sure to check through the system, take the bolts that had been hugely popular, and put them to one side.

By lunchtime, Carson seemed exhausted, so she gave him a break to go and get them some food. She finished the sudden rush at the shop, and rang up the last customer when Carson returned with the noodle pots again.

Her mouth watered at what possible delight he had brought. His obsession with food was adorable.

“My lady, my boss,” he said.

She couldn’t help but chuckle. “So, how hard can it be?” she asked.

“Fuck me, cutting fabric is hard. I’m pretty sure some of the ladies messed up the material just to make me look inadequate.”

“Oh, no, they didn’t. That was entirely you.”

He glared at her and she gave him a beaming smile for the trouble.

“You’re a vixen, has anyone told you that?”

She winked at him. “Some fabrics are a little difficult, but once you get used to them, they’re fine.”

He handed her the pot of noodles and she took it, opened the top, and yep, her mouth once again watered. She took the offered chopsticks and began to scoop out noodles. She moaned as the flavor took over, and she closed her eyes.

“I’m glad you like my food choice.”

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