Chapter 5
Chapter
Five
Eventually, they separated and decided that they needed to start talking business rather than personal. Cayden moved to the other side of Trix’s desk. She wasn’t sure she liked the space between them, but knew they’d never get anything done without it there.
She had to admit, in the four hours he’d been working in her office while she’d been downstairs in the bay, he’d gotten a lot of work done.
He’d even hand-drawn a floor plan of her entire building as well as the property layout outside.
For a guy who’d only just started, he had a pretty good eye.
There were one or two places she was genuinely shocked he knew about.
She thought she was the only one who knew about them, and that was because of her history with the building.
He pointed out camera blind spots as well as the building’s point of entry weaknesses. Doors were easily reinforced. He pointed out to her that people rarely think about fortifying the walls too because it’s engrained into their heads that people can’t walk through walls.
He informed her that he planned to research security companies for her with the level of expertise he wanted for her. “It’ll be interesting working with a security company instead of against them,” he said with a chuckle.
They fell into an easy routine throughout the week.
Trixie would work down in the bay until lunch time, giving Cayden access to her computer and office space to spread out.
Then they would eat lunch in her office.
Trixie had a standing order with the deli down the street, who delivered sandwiches, potato salad, coleslaw, and chips each day for the employees’ lunch hour.
She would grab each of them a plate and then journey up to her office to eat with him.
Trixie almost changed her mind about sleeping with him after learning on Tuesday that Cayden didn’t like pickles. Almost. His wickedly talented tongue changed her mind, and it had nothing to do with his lame excuse as to why he didn’t like pickles.
“If I want to eat a cucumber, I’ll eat a damn cucumber. You can’t put juice on it, give it a different name, and expect me to eat it.”
She also discovered he could draw. Like really well, enviously well.
She could barely make a straight line. On one of the deli’s napkins, he gave her a sketch of her own face in blue ink.
It was breathtaking. He’d even made her drawn eyes sparkle.
Trixie was careful to keep it safe until she was able to laminate it later that afternoon.
Each afternoon they would go over his plans.
He took her on several field trips and even on a journey through her air ducts.
From the vent above Joey’s office, they made ghost noises until Trixie’s assistant went running, terrified, out of the room.
He had yet to forgive them and demanded that Trixie replace the underwear he claimed to have soiled.
Trixie couldn’t believe how easy it was to be with Cayden.
By Thursday, they had three consultation appointments scheduled with different security companies for the following week.
Cayden told her his weekend homework was to study each company until he knew their tactics by heart and then try to stump them the following week.
She was crazy enough to be looking forward to seeing that.
No matter what each of them was doing come five-thirty, they made sure to find each other to say goodnight.
A part of her felt like she was back in high school, having to chase her boyfriend down to get a kiss before his dad picked him up.
Mind, her boyfriend was exceedingly hot and smart, not to mention cocky, but also extremely sweet and generous.
She’d seen him talking with multiple employees throughout the week, getting to know each one.
He still hung in the back during the staff meetings, and always seemed to be walking in or out of the room with a different person.
She did not like the way Victoria and Trinity seemed to giggle when he was around.
On Friday, Terrance called out sick. Trixie was in the process of trying to find a way to split his schedule amongst the rest of the mechanics, including herself, when Cayden volunteered to fill in. She was nervous at first, unsure if his skills were as good as he claimed.
She should have known they’d be better. He switched out a battery, changed the oil, and completed a tire rotation test faster than she had ever seen Jeff do in her twenty years of working with him. Then he had the nerve to smile at her and say, “Told you so.”
Cocky bastard.
He finished Terrance’s entire day’s schedule by the lunch hour. So, he helped Jeff, Will, and Gary with theirs so they could get out of there early to enjoy the weekend.
Trixie suspected he just wanted them gone so the two of them could make out like teenagers in her office until Greg came to pick him up. It was a trade she was willing to make.
He gave her his cell phone number and, with a girly “Call me”, left her on her own for the weekend.
She missed him something terrible. Their text messages and phone calls weren’t enough.
She wanted to feel him pressed up against her.
She wanted him to hold her, touch her, kiss her…
He invited her to Sunday dinner again, but, as much as she wanted to go, she declined.
She hadn’t been to Greg and Peggy’s in a long time before two Sundays ago.
She didn’t want to make her sudden reappearance suspicious.
They already believed something was going on between her and Cayden, and she wasn’t ready to have their suspicions confirmed.
He said he understood, but she could tell he was disappointed.
Trixie was awake before the sun Monday morning.
She was showered and dressed by six. She was surprised to hear her phone ding so early, but that was only replaced with joy when she saw his name across her screen.
Her heart started racing like a butterfly when she read his message about impatiently waiting for “Mr. Wynn” to take him to work.
This message was quickly followed by another about the irony about being excited to go to work.
While Trixie knew she was a big part of that anticipation, she also had a feeling that he was enjoying the work itself. Cayden fit at Romero’s. Maybe it was too soon, it had only been a week, but she could see him staying here after his parole.
This made her worry, though, because while he had made it clear he was staying in the area with her, he hadn’t specified anything about working for her beyond his term. She quickly pushed that thought aside. It was far too soon to be questioning or even thinking about such things.
Her door slammed open at seven-fifteen. And there he was.
She practically leaped over her desk to get to him.
Their lips collided, their teeth clashing.
Neither seemed to care. Cayden kicked her door shut as he picked her up and carried her to her desk.
She really needed to think about getting a couch or a more comfortable chair in her office if this was going to become a habit for them.
She’d order one later.
Or they could just journey down the hall to her makeshift apartment. It was small, but she didn’t need much. Trixie, though, wanted to save her apartment for their weekend when he’d promised to wine and dine her before making love to her.
She wasn’t sure who succeeded in getting his shirt off of him.
His gray Henley hit the floor by his feet.
Her tank was pushed up, exposing her breasts to his wandering mouth.
She tried to get to his pants, but he knocked her hands away.
Somehow Trixie found herself splayed back on her desk with her right nipple in his mouth and his hand down her pants.
His sinful mouth and magic fingers worked in tandem until she broke apart under him. She bit into the skin on his shoulder, not wanting to risk anyone overhearing their activity within her office. Thankfully she didn’t break the skin. The act felt primal, though, like she was marking her mate.
As they both fought to catch their breath, Cayden nibbled on her throat under her left ear. It took her a moment to realize he’d spoken.
“What?” she managed to say.
“I said ‘sorry’.”
“What the hell are you apologizing for?” He’d just given her the best orgasm of her life. Mind, she highly doubted high school boyfriend, Randy Wheats, had managed to give her an orgasm during their drunken escapade. It was still a hell of a lot better than she’d ever accomplished on her own.
“I hit your hand away when you went for my pants.” He licked over her sensitive nipple, drawing a shiver from her. “I knew if I got out of my pants, I’d be inside you, and I promised you your first time wouldn’t be across your desk.”
She couldn’t help smiling. “You’re forgiven.”
He lifted his head, kissing her lips. “I missed you.”
Her smile widened. “I missed you, too.”
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. “This is the form you need to fill out so we can get our weekend together.”
She gulped, accepting the paper. That form would go back to the Wynns. Damn, they might as well post it up on a billboard that they were going to be having sex this weekend.