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The two guys exchange pleasantries while I continue to hide. It’s for the best considering I’m not supposed to be lusting after guys right now. My vagina, however, did not get that memo because I swear she’s panting like she just ran a damn marathon.
No. Bad vagina. We can’t have him.
But he’s so handsome. Not only that, but he makes jewelry. Be still my little girlie heart.
My body is not on board with our man fast because it’s like everything lights up inside me. Which is why I continue to hide behind Lincoln. It’s not like this appointment is about me anyway.
They’re talking about something sports related, Denver Mustangs football off season stuff, but I’m not paying attention. They could be talking to me from under the sea for all I know because I am having an internal battle to end all internal battles.
To flirt or not to flirt. That has so often been a no brainer for me, I’m really struggling to not give in to my old evil ways. Things have been going so good for me.
Too bad I’m a sucker for a man with a little stubble and this man has got it in spades. Damn it.
He should not look so damn good.
I’m going to stand strong.
When we move into his office, his eyes find me for the first time, and I swear the Earth stops rotating and we both stop breathing. It only lasts about a second, but it’s long enough.
Crap. I’m totally going to cave on my resolution. I can almost taste it.
Then those brown eyes of his turn hard. If he can read my thoughts and all the naughty as fuck ones I’ve been entertaining since the moment he opened the door, this is not the reaction I expected. He practically sneers at me, and I have to bite my tongue not to ask him what the hell is problem is.
So maybe Icankeep my resolution.
CHAPTER 2
HOLDEN
Getting most of my work through the Pink Collar Temp Agency isn’t the pinnacle of my career dreams, but it’s what works for me right now. I have bigger dreams, but the start-up cost of a jewelry store is far beyond my means. It’s aone of those dayskind of thing, something I think about, dream about and make plans for.
I don’t know if it’ll ever happen.
For a long time, owning my own store has been the height of my dreams.
Finding a woman hasn’t been a priority for a long time. Not when the ones I’ve tried to be with before were only interested in the jewelry I could give them. As if I was going to give a woman I was on a date with for the second time jewelry I made.
I hated the feeling of being used and so I gave up women. At least in a way which requires lasting relationships. I’ve had a few one-night stands over the last few years, but nothing more. I avoided deep conversations and any talk of what we do for a living.
I don’t need to look into the eyes of a woman I intend to fuck and see dollar signs there. Talk about a huge turn off.
I’ve put my head down and tried to make something more of my business. Recently I’ve taken on more custom work from a few jewelry stores in the area and have been scouting for a few places where I can rent a little bit of space. It’ll be a step closer to having my own storefront.
The hustle is hard, but I love making jewelry. I love the way I can take materials and turn it into a piece of jewelry which is cherished and given out of love or because of an apology. The feelings of the gift giver and receiver is something I think about, dream about, as I make my pieces.
I figure nothing nefarious can come from jewelry. Just happy smiles and maybe some forgiveness here and there.
I’ve gotten some good business from Beckett Banks and his family. I made Amelia, his wife, her engagement ring after Beckett designed it. I normally do everything, from the designing to the metalwork, but he’s an artist in his own right and I wasn’t going to begrudge the man what he wanted. Especially when he looked at me like he’d rip my head off if I didn’t.
He has kind of a hulk thing going on when it comes to his wife.
I can’t relate, but I’ve learned to take it in stride. Especially as I’ve met more of his family. All the men love their women fiercely. I just nod and smile.
Lincoln might have used the Pink Collar Temp Agency connection for this meeting, but I know he was referred to me by Beckett. I was looking forward to the appointment. I love making engagement rings. I try to put as much good karma into the ring as I can.
I can only hope it works.
What I was not expecting, as I led Lincoln into my in-home office, is the woman he’s with. I didn’t even notice her at first. Which is kind of strange.
