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I almost swoon. A man who looks like him and cares about the environment when it comes to cleaning products?
Do not get a girl crush on the man. He’s your employer and probably too much man to handle.
He’s also older than me. I’m not sure I mind the age difference at all. There’s something about him that has me almost begging him to take care of me.
I won’t, but it’s inviting as hell.
When he leaves me to do a light cleaning pass, I’m tempted to snoop a little and it’s the first time I’ve ever considered that. I push the impulse away because this is a job, one I value.
Tanner might be the most handsome man I’ve ever met, he might even make me yearn for things I can’t have, but he’s not mine.
No matter how much I’ll be sending out hope into the universe for a Christmas miracle to make him just that.
CHAPTER 2
PEACEMAKER
There haven’t been many times in my life when I’ve been unable to shake something from my mind and let it go. It’s something that made me a damn fine soldier. I could let most of the shit I saw and did roll off my back while keeping a clear head. I do the same thing in my club and help my brothers see past the bullshit to work out a solution to a problem whether it’s personal or professional.
That’s why they call me Peacemaker.
I’m damn proud of my road name and my ability to help my brothers. The Christmas Falls MC gave me a soft space to land after I left the military. They give me a brotherhood which isn’t far off from the one I found in the military. We even get to fuck shit up from time to time, at least when it’s warranted.
What more could I ask for?
Four days ago, I would have said I was golden. I didn’t need a damn thing.
I could take a woman to my bed to warm it up with me for a few hours, but then had no problem with us going our separate ways. It was only fucking; it wasn’t about connection or feelings or any of that mushy shit.
I never promised the women in my bed anything. It was a bit of fun and that was it. They got theirs, always, because I’m not a fucking asshole, and I got mine. I never saw the problem.
Then I opened my front door a few days ago and now I can’t get Journey out of my mind. Even though I was kind of a dick to her at first, she didn’t let it get to her and she gave me attitude right back. She called me on being a jerk, but without raising her voice or calling me names.
I swear she scrambled my brain when I opened the door. Journey is gorgeous without her looks being in your face the way some women want them to be. There was nothing made up about her, but it didn’t matter, I couldn’t look away.
She’s young, but there was something knowing in her eyes, like she’s already lived more than enough for her age. Hell, the woman runs her own business. One which comes highly recommended. Everyone I asked about a cleaning service directed me her way.
When I looked into her brown eyes to find them flecked with gold and sparkling from the inside out, I knew she was attracted to me. It’s the whole reason I was wary as fuck about her. I have no problem spending the night with a confident woman, but there is such a thing as too eager.
Fuck. I sound cocky as hell. Like I was expecting her to throw herself at me.
Maybe I was hoping she would. Okay, I definitely was.
She didn’t. She got her shit together and was professional.
Was I kind of hoping I would find her naked in the middle of my bed waiting for me to ravage her? Fuck, yes.
It’s been days and I can’t stop thinking about Journey. I’ve found myself fantasizing about making her mine.
And I don’t just mean making her my old lady and claiming her in terms of the club. I mean fucking her until she’s too tired to try and get away from me. Moving her into my house. Marrying her and giving her a forever I never even considered until I opened my door to find her on my porch.
Since I’ve never had these kinds of thoughts before, I didn’t know what else to do other than track her down and figure it the fuck out.
It’s possible I can take her to bed and get her out of my system.
Possible, but not fucking probable.
I don’t even know what the woman’s favorite color is or if she’s allergic to anything, but I sure as fuck have thought about where I want to take her on a honeymoon. I’ve fantasized about how she’ll feel on the back of my bike with the wind in our hair and the sun on our backs.
