was a moment of shame on my part. Maybe, she was just trying to be helpful.
She followed me up the hallway. I could feel the weight of her stare centered in between my shoulder blades and among other parts of my anatomy. “Can you get that?” I asked. She flushed guiltily and smiled.
When she went to move past me, her body brushed against mine. She raised her hand knocking on the restroom door. When no one answered, she pushed the door open then awarded me with another wide, toothy grin and a fluttering of her lashes.
Why me?
I ignored her and stepped inside, absently going through the mental checklist in my mind. There was so much shit that I needed to get done. I’d tackle the urinal situation first because, at the moment, it was the most pressing. Next, I’d introduce myself to the staff. After that, I was out of here and headed back home to Miley and Sierra.
“Thanks,” I said, remembering my manners. My gran had drilled them into me growing up.
The brunette made no move to leave; instead, she entered the restroom and closed the door.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
“I’m Katrina,” she announced and edged closer. Maybe, there was something in her eye.
“Nate Lucas.” I mustered a halfway smile. I couldn’t be rude, even though I really wanted to be. Her green eyes widened at hearing my name.
“You’re the new boss man.”
“That’s me.” I was wishing she would just leave. This was getting me nowhere. I decided to go with the age old tactic of gentle but blunt. She was a lady after all and one of my employees. Side stepping the urinal sitting on the floor, I offered her my hand. “Nice to meet you, Katrina. Thanks for your help.”
“Anytime,” she said and the way she rolled that one word around on her tongue should have been illegal. It let me know right then and there that she was game for more. Not interested. I turned to the tackle the task at hand.
Maybe if I ignored her some more, she’d finally take the hint .
Instead, she leaned against the bathroom counter making herself at home. What in the hell was she doing? Silently, I cursed Cecil. Somehow, I knew he was behind all of this.
“If you’re not busy this evening, I could show you around town?”
She did not just ask me out while standing in the men’s restroom, knowing I was her boss. I needed to set her straight. It wasn’t happening.
“Thanks, but I’m originally from Crawley. I know where everything is,” I informed her, not feeling the least bit guilty for shooting her down. Enough was enough . Sure, she was cute, but another woman occupied my thoughts. When Katrina refused to leave, she left me with no choice.
What if I wanted to take a piss?
“Katrina, on your way out, make sure the rest of the staff is aware that I’m here. I’d like to meet with each of them before they go on break.”
She seemed a little taken aback by my bluntness, but she did manage to smile. “Sure thing, boss man,” she said with a flirtatious wink and sauntered out the door.
I was pretty sure the whole hip rolling action was entirely for my benefit, but I wasn’t impressed. It was impossible to think of anyone else other than the blonde distraction waiting for me at home. It was time to get down to business. Unfortunately, the pisser wasn’t going to fix itself.
Two hours later, I was sitting at my desk going over the books. Mavis had left them in horrible shape. The Eight Ball was afloat. It wasn’t in the red and had actually managed to make a good profit overall, but it was as confusing as hell as to me why she hadn’t invested in a computer and some bookkeeping software.
Fucking ledgers! I hated them!
My head was pounding. Rubbing my temples, I wished I could leave. This had already taken way longer than I’d planned. One by one the staff had come to me. What I thought would be a quick introduction ended up as a list of demands. It was one thing after another: a cracked mirror in the women’s restroom; a squeaky board behind
She followed me up the hallway. I could feel the weight of her stare centered in between my shoulder blades and among other parts of my anatomy. “Can you get that?” I asked. She flushed guiltily and smiled.
When she went to move past me, her body brushed against mine. She raised her hand knocking on the restroom door. When no one answered, she pushed the door open then awarded me with another wide, toothy grin and a fluttering of her lashes.
Why me?
I ignored her and stepped inside, absently going through the mental checklist in my mind. There was so much shit that I needed to get done. I’d tackle the urinal situation first because, at the moment, it was the most pressing. Next, I’d introduce myself to the staff. After that, I was out of here and headed back home to Miley and Sierra.
“Thanks,” I said, remembering my manners. My gran had drilled them into me growing up.
The brunette made no move to leave; instead, she entered the restroom and closed the door.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
“I’m Katrina,” she announced and edged closer. Maybe, there was something in her eye.
“Nate Lucas.” I mustered a halfway smile. I couldn’t be rude, even though I really wanted to be. Her green eyes widened at hearing my name.
“You’re the new boss man.”
“That’s me.” I was wishing she would just leave. This was getting me nowhere. I decided to go with the age old tactic of gentle but blunt. She was a lady after all and one of my employees. Side stepping the urinal sitting on the floor, I offered her my hand. “Nice to meet you, Katrina. Thanks for your help.”
“Anytime,” she said and the way she rolled that one word around on her tongue should have been illegal. It let me know right then and there that she was game for more. Not interested. I turned to the tackle the task at hand.
Maybe if I ignored her some more, she’d finally take the hint .
Instead, she leaned against the bathroom counter making herself at home. What in the hell was she doing? Silently, I cursed Cecil. Somehow, I knew he was behind all of this.
“If you’re not busy this evening, I could show you around town?”
She did not just ask me out while standing in the men’s restroom, knowing I was her boss. I needed to set her straight. It wasn’t happening.
“Thanks, but I’m originally from Crawley. I know where everything is,” I informed her, not feeling the least bit guilty for shooting her down. Enough was enough . Sure, she was cute, but another woman occupied my thoughts. When Katrina refused to leave, she left me with no choice.
What if I wanted to take a piss?
“Katrina, on your way out, make sure the rest of the staff is aware that I’m here. I’d like to meet with each of them before they go on break.”
She seemed a little taken aback by my bluntness, but she did manage to smile. “Sure thing, boss man,” she said with a flirtatious wink and sauntered out the door.
I was pretty sure the whole hip rolling action was entirely for my benefit, but I wasn’t impressed. It was impossible to think of anyone else other than the blonde distraction waiting for me at home. It was time to get down to business. Unfortunately, the pisser wasn’t going to fix itself.
Two hours later, I was sitting at my desk going over the books. Mavis had left them in horrible shape. The Eight Ball was afloat. It wasn’t in the red and had actually managed to make a good profit overall, but it was as confusing as hell as to me why she hadn’t invested in a computer and some bookkeeping software.
Fucking ledgers! I hated them!
My head was pounding. Rubbing my temples, I wished I could leave. This had already taken way longer than I’d planned. One by one the staff had come to me. What I thought would be a quick introduction ended up as a list of demands. It was one thing after another: a cracked mirror in the women’s restroom; a squeaky board behind
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