clamped shut, he simply turned and walked out the front door.
***
I can’t believe this is happening.
She wrenched open her front door and ran down the steps.
“Tommy, wait!”
His hand gripped the handle. He remained standing there as she rushed toward him.
“Tommy, I’m so sorry about dinner.”
She blinked away the tears that seemed determined to fall.
His shoulders remained stiff. He had every right to be angry with her father.
And with her.
“My parents are old-fashioned. And overbearing, I know.”
He released the handle and faced her.
“Why didn’t you tell them about me?” he demanded.
“Because I knew they would react this way.”
She ran her fingers through her hair.
“They worry about me being single. My father wants me to be married so I have someone to take care of me. My mother wants me to give her grandchildren.”
His eyes followed her hands as she twisted her hair in a bun.
“They’re wacky but it’s only because they love me.”
“Like Mikey?”
She shook her head.
“Not even close.”
“Do you regret last night?”
She buried her hands in her face.
“Oh, why did it have to be the dining room table?”
His arms wrapped around her. She buried her face in his chest, savoring his scent.
“I don’t think I can look them in the eye while having dinner.”
His chest vibrated just before he erupted in a laugh.
“That’s only the beginning, Honey.”
His hands gripped her bottom. His cock, hard as steel, pressed against her belly.
“I intend to take you in every single room,” he promised.
Her knees felt weak. Her fingers dug into his arms.
His lips brushed her ear.
“On your knees.”
Her womb clenched.
“Against the wall.”
Her panties captured a flood of wetness.
“Bent over.”
Her breath caught in her throat.
“Mmm. You like that best, don’t you?”
He nibbled on her ear.
“I don’t think I’ll ever tire of fucking you.”
He released her and stepped back, an odd look on his face.
“Tommy? Something wrong?”
“No, Honey. I’d better stop before your father comes out here with a shotgun.”
He stepped back.
“I think I’ll call it a night. I’ve got a big day ahead of me tomorrow.”
Chapter Thirteen
Tom’s eyes fluttered open before his alarm went off. He turned to his side, disappointed when his arm landed on empty space.
You are not the man for her echoed in his head. Last night those words had been an insult.
Today, it was a challenge.
You’re right, Mr. Singh. But that’s going to change.
Starting today.
Full of energy, he hopped out of bed and whistled a happy tune. Half an hour later, he turned on the light in his office and sat down at his desk. Papers were strewn all over his desk, covering the wood.
I need to clean off this desk. Better add it to the list.
He moved some papers and found his list.
To Do List
-Sign new contract with Cintas. Check prices for Coveralls?
-Sign new contract with American Kleen Up
-Sign new contract with ? Antifreeze recycling company.(Need to find out who Mr. Everett used).
He scribbled ‘Clean off my desk’ then turned on the computer. He found Cintas’ website and clicked on the link to Coveralls.
Hmm. Very soft in Navy. This one is Fire resistant in Dark Navy. Another one in Liberty Blue.
He scrolled through each listing.
All UL 2112 Certified. This last one is ASTM 1506. Flame Resistant. Also in Navy. All those metal buttons. Not sure whether or not that would be a hazard.
He rubbed his jaw.
What’s the difference between UL 2112 and ASTM 1506?
Typing in each code, he searched Google. UL 2112 is certified for flash fire protection, arc flash protection and fire resistance.
Then why the fuck did they list the fourth one as Fire Resistant when all of them are?
Shaking his head, he went back to the tab that displayed Cintas Coveralls.
Simple is best. The first one in Navy blue.
He jotted down the code then called the local Cintas. After
***
I can’t believe this is happening.
She wrenched open her front door and ran down the steps.
“Tommy, wait!”
His hand gripped the handle. He remained standing there as she rushed toward him.
“Tommy, I’m so sorry about dinner.”
She blinked away the tears that seemed determined to fall.
His shoulders remained stiff. He had every right to be angry with her father.
And with her.
“My parents are old-fashioned. And overbearing, I know.”
He released the handle and faced her.
“Why didn’t you tell them about me?” he demanded.
“Because I knew they would react this way.”
She ran her fingers through her hair.
“They worry about me being single. My father wants me to be married so I have someone to take care of me. My mother wants me to give her grandchildren.”
His eyes followed her hands as she twisted her hair in a bun.
“They’re wacky but it’s only because they love me.”
“Like Mikey?”
She shook her head.
“Not even close.”
“Do you regret last night?”
She buried her hands in her face.
“Oh, why did it have to be the dining room table?”
His arms wrapped around her. She buried her face in his chest, savoring his scent.
“I don’t think I can look them in the eye while having dinner.”
His chest vibrated just before he erupted in a laugh.
“That’s only the beginning, Honey.”
His hands gripped her bottom. His cock, hard as steel, pressed against her belly.
“I intend to take you in every single room,” he promised.
Her knees felt weak. Her fingers dug into his arms.
His lips brushed her ear.
“On your knees.”
Her womb clenched.
“Against the wall.”
Her panties captured a flood of wetness.
“Bent over.”
Her breath caught in her throat.
“Mmm. You like that best, don’t you?”
He nibbled on her ear.
“I don’t think I’ll ever tire of fucking you.”
He released her and stepped back, an odd look on his face.
“Tommy? Something wrong?”
“No, Honey. I’d better stop before your father comes out here with a shotgun.”
He stepped back.
“I think I’ll call it a night. I’ve got a big day ahead of me tomorrow.”
Chapter Thirteen
Tom’s eyes fluttered open before his alarm went off. He turned to his side, disappointed when his arm landed on empty space.
You are not the man for her echoed in his head. Last night those words had been an insult.
Today, it was a challenge.
You’re right, Mr. Singh. But that’s going to change.
Starting today.
Full of energy, he hopped out of bed and whistled a happy tune. Half an hour later, he turned on the light in his office and sat down at his desk. Papers were strewn all over his desk, covering the wood.
I need to clean off this desk. Better add it to the list.
He moved some papers and found his list.
To Do List
-Sign new contract with Cintas. Check prices for Coveralls?
-Sign new contract with American Kleen Up
-Sign new contract with ? Antifreeze recycling company.(Need to find out who Mr. Everett used).
He scribbled ‘Clean off my desk’ then turned on the computer. He found Cintas’ website and clicked on the link to Coveralls.
Hmm. Very soft in Navy. This one is Fire resistant in Dark Navy. Another one in Liberty Blue.
He scrolled through each listing.
All UL 2112 Certified. This last one is ASTM 1506. Flame Resistant. Also in Navy. All those metal buttons. Not sure whether or not that would be a hazard.
He rubbed his jaw.
What’s the difference between UL 2112 and ASTM 1506?
Typing in each code, he searched Google. UL 2112 is certified for flash fire protection, arc flash protection and fire resistance.
Then why the fuck did they list the fourth one as Fire Resistant when all of them are?
Shaking his head, he went back to the tab that displayed Cintas Coveralls.
Simple is best. The first one in Navy blue.
He jotted down the code then called the local Cintas. After
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