In the Cowboy’s Bed
Ava Flynn
Published by Ava Flynn at Amazon.com
Copyright 2012 Ava Flynn
Kindle Edition, License Notes
This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be resold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Amazon.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.
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CHAPTER ONE
Erin James stalked into her office Monday morning still mad enough that she was pretty sure she was giving off a "Do not talk to me" vibe. When she reached her desk in the Chesapeake Insurance Company’s claims department, she dropped her purse in its designated drawer and plunked down in her seat. Heaven help anyone who actually wanted sympathy from her today.
"That good of a weekend, huh?" asked her cubicle mate, Hillary McEntire.
The third part of their trio, Amy Fenton, came around the edge of the fabric-covered cube wall, steaming cup of coffee in hand. "What’s wrong?"
Erin spun in her chair toward her friends, noting they still had ten minutes before they were officially open for business and had to start taking calls. "Adam and I were supposed to go out on his boat yesterday, but he called to tell me he had an emergency project come up at work. So, stupid me, I thought I’d surprise him at his office with a picnic lunch."
"Oh, hell, this isn’t going to be good," Hillary said.
"Yeah, he was surprised all right. So was the chick he was humping from behind on his desk."
"Asshole," Amy said. "I hope you stapled his dick to the desk."
"No, but that sure is an attractive idea." Erin braced her elbow against her desk and dropped her hand into her upturned palm. "I just turned and ran."
"You don’t need him," Hillary said. "It’s good you know what kind of creep he is before you got any more serious about him."
Erin sighed. "That’s what you said about Jason."
"Jason who stashed porn magazines in your bathroom? Well, was I wrong?"
"No," Erin said grudgingly. "Ugh, I have horrible taste in men. Sometimes I wish I could just buy the perfect guy, someone with a money-back guarantee."
Amy smiled. "Like a hunky cowboy who was romantic and catered to your every desire?"
"Yeah, just like that. Too bad they don’t exist."
"I think maybe they do," Amy said. "Let’s all go to lunch today." She looked at Erin. "I may have a cure for what ails you."
"Oh, no, you have that wheels-turning look," Erin said.
"Yeah, but you’re going to like where these wheels take you."
The phones began ringing, signaling that the overnight answering service had redirected calls to the office. Amy disappeared around the cubicle to her desk and Hillary picked up a call, leaving Erin to worry about what Amy had up her sleeve.
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By the time the morning passed, Erin was ready to walk away from not only men in general but also her job. It hit her anew that she rarely talked to people who were happy. Seriously, who was happy when they had to call the claims department of their insurance company? Despite her six years of experience, maybe it was time to figure out another path.
She forwarded her phone to voice mail and turned toward Hillary. "I’ll meet you all in the lobby in a few minutes. I’ve got to run by the restroom first."
"Okay," Hillary said as she made a note on a claim file.
After Erin went to the restroom and washed her hands, she stared at herself in the mirror, looking for some telltale sign of why she always attracted loser guys. Oh, it was a special kind of loser, the ones who looked great at the beginning. Successful businessmen, an up-and-coming musician, an attorney. But those were just façades for the intense jerkiness beneath.
She turned her head to the side, examined her profile and smoothed her long, blond hair.
Ava Flynn
Published by Ava Flynn at Amazon.com
Copyright 2012 Ava Flynn
Kindle Edition, License Notes
This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be resold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Amazon.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.
***~~~***
CHAPTER ONE
Erin James stalked into her office Monday morning still mad enough that she was pretty sure she was giving off a "Do not talk to me" vibe. When she reached her desk in the Chesapeake Insurance Company’s claims department, she dropped her purse in its designated drawer and plunked down in her seat. Heaven help anyone who actually wanted sympathy from her today.
"That good of a weekend, huh?" asked her cubicle mate, Hillary McEntire.
The third part of their trio, Amy Fenton, came around the edge of the fabric-covered cube wall, steaming cup of coffee in hand. "What’s wrong?"
Erin spun in her chair toward her friends, noting they still had ten minutes before they were officially open for business and had to start taking calls. "Adam and I were supposed to go out on his boat yesterday, but he called to tell me he had an emergency project come up at work. So, stupid me, I thought I’d surprise him at his office with a picnic lunch."
"Oh, hell, this isn’t going to be good," Hillary said.
"Yeah, he was surprised all right. So was the chick he was humping from behind on his desk."
"Asshole," Amy said. "I hope you stapled his dick to the desk."
"No, but that sure is an attractive idea." Erin braced her elbow against her desk and dropped her hand into her upturned palm. "I just turned and ran."
"You don’t need him," Hillary said. "It’s good you know what kind of creep he is before you got any more serious about him."
Erin sighed. "That’s what you said about Jason."
"Jason who stashed porn magazines in your bathroom? Well, was I wrong?"
"No," Erin said grudgingly. "Ugh, I have horrible taste in men. Sometimes I wish I could just buy the perfect guy, someone with a money-back guarantee."
Amy smiled. "Like a hunky cowboy who was romantic and catered to your every desire?"
"Yeah, just like that. Too bad they don’t exist."
"I think maybe they do," Amy said. "Let’s all go to lunch today." She looked at Erin. "I may have a cure for what ails you."
"Oh, no, you have that wheels-turning look," Erin said.
"Yeah, but you’re going to like where these wheels take you."
The phones began ringing, signaling that the overnight answering service had redirected calls to the office. Amy disappeared around the cubicle to her desk and Hillary picked up a call, leaving Erin to worry about what Amy had up her sleeve.
* * * *
By the time the morning passed, Erin was ready to walk away from not only men in general but also her job. It hit her anew that she rarely talked to people who were happy. Seriously, who was happy when they had to call the claims department of their insurance company? Despite her six years of experience, maybe it was time to figure out another path.
She forwarded her phone to voice mail and turned toward Hillary. "I’ll meet you all in the lobby in a few minutes. I’ve got to run by the restroom first."
"Okay," Hillary said as she made a note on a claim file.
After Erin went to the restroom and washed her hands, she stared at herself in the mirror, looking for some telltale sign of why she always attracted loser guys. Oh, it was a special kind of loser, the ones who looked great at the beginning. Successful businessmen, an up-and-coming musician, an attorney. But those were just façades for the intense jerkiness beneath.
She turned her head to the side, examined her profile and smoothed her long, blond hair.
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