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“Chicken, I’m the flat-pack queen from my college days. How much harder can this be? Let’s get moving. You need parts A, B, and the two bolts marked number one,” she instructs, looking up at me from the novel in her hands. “Chop, chop, you're wasting time.”
Hang on a hot minute. How did the boss role flip so quickly to me being the boy and her the boss and cracking the whip?
Stop, rewind, that is not an image I want to be thinking about. It would never float with me. Come to think of it, whips aren’t my thing either. Role play, sure, but not pain. I can’t even imagine hurting one hair on her beautiful brown head.
Reaching into the box and pulling out the first few pieces, I try not to smile at the way she is now focused so hard on the words in front of her. Exactly as I was hoping. Distraction 101 has begun.
* * *
“How the hell can they make something so simple, so fucking complicated!” I'm trying to pull the wire through the arm of the machine to stretch that extra inch needed to connect to the control panel as it should. “This thing is ridiculous! Three hours. Three goddamn hours, and we get to this where they make the part too short! Probably to save money or some bullshit like that. Ughhh.” I want to kick something but instead bury my frustration as low as I can.
“Oh, don’t tell me the perfect Ghost who can’t be rattled has been beaten by a mere treadmill. The shock of it all,” she says with a gasp, putting her hand over her mouth to fake her disbelief.
“Not funny, Cassandra,” I grumble as I succumb to the fact that I’m going to have to pull this apart to fix it.
Her laugh, not just a shallow one, but that deep-in-your-gut laugh, tells me that she thinks this is more than a little funny. For all the frustration, that sound coming from her makes it worthwhile.
“I beg to differ, I think it’s hilarious, that look on your face.” As she bends forward and really lets go, I can’t help but join her.
My laughter escaping, and the annoyance slips away for a moment.
It feels good to really laugh. I can’t remember the last time I chuckled at something so stupid. I mean, it was probably something Bull did, but this feels different, to let my guard down for just a moment with Cassie.
Here I am trying to be the asshole so she doesn’t like me, and yet her beautiful nature has me showing her part of myself I don’t share often.
“Okay, enough of laughing at my expense,” I say, pulling myself together again. “Let’s get this bastard of a thing finished so we can eat. I’m going to need food before I attempt the next equipment. Let me assure you, you don’t want to see this man hangry as well as frustrated.”
My attention back on the machine, I hear her voice barely above a whisper. “There is another type of frustration that might be nice.”
I know I can’t look up and let her see my face now that I'm thinking the same thing. Little does she know my sexual frustration has already arrived, and I’m trying my hardest to make sure it’s not seen. Please don’t make it harder than it already is, Cassie— literally!
Concentrate on the task at hand, Ghost. Don’t even let your mind go there.
Before I could get much further with trying to sort out this nightmare, my phone buzzing in my pocket is a welcome distraction.
Control:Client’s partner has discovered her missing. Stay vigilant. He has not been taken into custody yet but will happen today as soon as they get the warrant signed off.
Ghost:Roger that.
Things are happening quicker than expected. Now the real fun and games begin.
Bring it, Senator, time to pay for your crimes.
Looking up at Cassie who is now staring at me and wondering what is going on, I know that this job is becoming harder than any other before it. All because of those eyes that suck me in every time I look into them.
Even in times of uncertainty, she is still my bright eyes.
I’m done for!
ChapterSeven
CASSIE
How is it this man can make me feel rage and then have me laughing deeper than I have in a long time?
He confuses me but not in a bad way, I’m just intrigued. There are layers there that need to be peeled back, and for some reason, I want to start scratching that first one off and dig below the surface. There is more to Ghost than he lets people see, that I’m sure of.
I wanted to ask what the text message he received earlier was, but I’m not game. I'm not sure he would even tell me if I did, but whatever it was, it changed the expression on his face instantly. I’m guessing it wasn’t a favorable message. Not that he gave anything away, as he just went straight back to the job at hand.
