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“We’re just here to get the truck. You can socializeafterwork.” There is absolutely no substance behind Saxon’s threat, and we all hoot in response.
“So how long are you staying?” asks Felix, wiping his hands on an oiled rag.
“I’m not sure yet. Hopefully long enough to get to know you boys better. I have a feeling you’d have many stories to share with me over beer and pizza. P.S. you’re the star attraction,” I state, peering up at Saxon, batting my eyelashes innocently. Saxon shakes his head with a slanted grin.
“What about tonight?” Kid asks.
I know it’s our first night together, but the prospect of hanging with Saxon’s friends and doing normal boyfriend-girlfriend things seems like a pretty awesome idea to me.
Just as I’m about to accept, a voice which sounds like sex and candy floats through the air, instantly changing the vibe. “Did someone say beer?” Saxon freezes up beside me, and when I see the reason, my good mood dampens.
Out saunters a stunning woman from the small building I thought may have been Saxon’s office. The sun decides now is a good time to rise from its nap behind a cloud and only seems to highlight her pathway toward me.
The first thing I notice is that she’s freaking stunning, like runway material. She’s tall and leggy with a headful of lush, raven-colored hair. She’s in motorcycle boots, short black denim shorts, and an AC/DC t-shirt tied in a knot at her midriff, exposing her toned stomach. She is edgy, bold, and the opposite of me. I suddenly feel like a hillbilly in my cowboy boots and white cotton summer dress.
But I tell myself to stop such nonsense because she clearly works here and is most likely just an employee. Sadly, that false sense of hope lasts for roughly three seconds because she brushes past me and gives Saxon a kiss on the cheek.
“Hey, boss.” Her statement carries complete innuendo. I swallow past the lump in my throat.
“Hi, Cleo.” He is obviously uncomfortable but doesn’t make a scene. I, on the other hand, have no issue with making a spectacle. I want to claw out her eyeballs.
“Hi, I’m Lucy.” I may as well have sucker-punched her because that greeting was a warning to back the hell off.
Cleo turns, still way too close to Saxon for my liking, and smiles. There is nothing warm behind her gesture however. “So you’re the reason the garage has gone to shit.”
“Cleo!” Saxon growls, but she couldn’t care less. She smugly raises a brow, daring me to challenge her claims.
“What? It’s true. You’ve been gone for months. If it wasn’t for me…”
“And just who are you exactly?” I interrupt, narrowing my eyes. She has the gall to laugh.
“You see that sign?” I know she’s pointing to the signage I saw when I first entered. I don’t bother replying, indicating if she has a point, then she needs to make it. “That’s who I am.”
She’s without a doubt mad because unless she’s Gus reincarnate, I’m moments away from losing my temper. “What the he—”
“She’s Gus’s granddaughter,” Saxon interjects, sensing I’m about to explode. Cleo smugly smirks.
Well, shit.
“Damn straight I am, and my grandfather would be sorely disappointed in you, Saxon.”
Forgive me, Gus, but your kin is about to go down. “I’m sorry if Saxon being away has jeopardized the business in any way. But blame me.” I place my palm on my chest. “Not him. He only stayed away because I asked him to.” I won’t stand by for one second and allow her to make Saxon feel guilty. If she has an issue, she can take it up with me. And besides, if she doesn’t stop looking at Saxon like he’s a popsicle, we’re going to have a problem.
Cleo does not like a challenge but screw her. “That’s real noble, but him being a knight in shining armor has cost us money.”
“How much does he owe? I’ll cover the cost.” I reach into my handbag, ready to retrieve my checkbook, but Saxon swats my hand away.
“You will do nothing of the sort. Chill the fuck out, Cleo. It’s under control. Don’t forget, your grandfather left this place to me.” He hooks his thumb toward him. “Your job is to do the books. Not delegate who does what. Got it?” When she opens her mouth, no doubt ready to protest, he presses, “Got it?”
Her jaw clenches shut, a heavy breath leaving her. She makes no secret of eyeballing the fuck out of me. “Got it,boss,” she finally replies. “Can you grace me with five minutes of your time before you leave for another three months?”
It was hardly three months because Saxon has been back to check on things. But I decide it’s probably best if I kept my mouth shut.
He looks at me, silently asking if it’s okay. She didn’t specify what she wanted to do with those five minutes. She seems like the type to have a lot of angry sex. I pale at the thought. I nod; not that he needs my permission, but I’m touched he would ask.
He sighs, giving me a kiss on the temple before brushing past Cleo and heading toward what I’m assuming is his office. Cleo however decides to drill more holes through me, just in case I didn’t get the memo that she hates my guts.
She finally turns on her heel and follows Saxon. When she’s gone, I exhale.
