Chapter 6 Easton
Easton
Violet looked up at me with the cutest pink flush on her cheeks. “You didn’t scare me. I just thought I was alone.”
“And that’s the alone-dancing you never share with the world?” I asked with a goofy grin on my face.
She bit her lip, looking absolutely adorable. “We all do it. Even if we don’t admit it.”
That made me think of other things we all did without admitting them to the society around us.
Like how I’d fisted my cock last night while I’d stared at her picture on the company website, coming with such a force that some of my load had flown three feet through the air.
It had taken me fifteen minutes to clean up after that.
If she only knew, she’d probably be mortified.
“Don’t worry, Violet. I dance when no one’s watching, too,” I rumbled.
She gave me a tiny smile, her embarrassment lifting. “But have you ever been busted by the maintenance man doing it at work?”
“There are worse things I could have busted you doing.”
Oops. That might have been the wrong thing to say because she started to blush again. My gaze momentarily wandered to the generous swell at the top of her cardigan. Violet had one of those round, curvy bodies that revved my engines. Thick thighs. A big ass. And completely kissable tits.
“Anyway, don’t let me keep you from your work,” I told her as I wandered away and clocked out for my shift. The Von Renpels were sticklers for that since I was paid hourly instead of salary. I refused to be put on salary by them because I didn’t trust that they wouldn’t take advantage of it.
“What are you working on so late, anyway?” I asked as I headed back through the office, passing by her desk. She was already deeply engrossed in her project again.
“Oh, I’m just catching up on some of my work. I was tracking a discrepancy with the Bear Creek Lodge asset.”
I cocked my head. “Bear Creek? That’s mine.”
“What do you mean, yours?”
Shrugging a shoulder, I told her, “I’m in charge of the crew doing the remodeling out at the lodge. They’re independent contractors, but I work for the Von Renpels, at least for now.”
“Y-you do? I thought you were just the m—”
She shut her mouth fast, like she thought she’d been on the verge of saying something rude.
“You can say it. I’m not embarrassed about what I do. Maintenance man. It’s not a bad thing.”
Violet shook her head. “I wasn’t saying that. I just didn’t realize you work for Von Renpel Enterprises.”
“Technically, I don’t. I actually work for Rodney Von Renpel. He’s the main investor in this business. And for some reason he thinks it’s a better tax write-off if I work for him directly instead of for the corporation. I don’t rightly understand, but it hasn’t affected me poorly, so I don’t mind.”
Then I brought the subject back around. “But what was wrong with the lodge? Anything I should know about?”
She fidgeted with one of the buttons on her cardigan, while I tried not to think about all the things I would do to her if she started unbuttoning it right in front of me.
Today she was wearing the light pink cardigan.
It made her look like a tasty treat. Like a cotton-candy cutie.
Although my favorite was the hot pink one I’d only seen her wear one time.
It had been bright with shiny jewel-colored buttons.
It had also been a little tighter than the others, showing off the intoxicating curve of her breast more than usual.
I’d been waiting for her to wear it again for months.
Usually, Violet wore muted tones, and I got the feeling it was because she didn’t want to draw attention to herself.
She looked up at me thoughtfully. “I think they delivered the wrong vanities. The purchase order number doesn’t match.”
I nodded. “That explains it. I’d been wondering why they’d gone five-star on the bathroom sinks and nothing else.”
“Did you happen to save the delivery slip from the order? I haven’t seen it come through my inbox yet.”
“Yup. I signed for that delivery, and then he was trying to drive off without handing me a copy. I had to chase him down to get it. He’d been in a hurry to go before a storm hit. But I put it in your box.”
She looked at me curiously. “So you knew I handled your account?”
“Yup, sure did.”
Then I felt a shift as silence stretched between us. This is when my grandpa would say I should be doing a little peacock dance to get her attention. Instead, I just said, “If you want to come out and see the sinks, I could take you out there.”
Dumbass.
Violet didn’t need to see the sinks to return them. She just needed the paperwork. She handled accounts all across the country. She couldn’t fly out to a job site to see an order slip-up every time one happened.
But she tremulously said, “T-that would be great,” as though I’d just asked her on a date.
Violet started blushing again, so I pushed my luck. “You want to go right now? It’s not too far out of town.”
“Oh… uh, well, I need to feed my cat, but… he can wait for dinner a little longer.”
“Perfect,” I rumbled, my eyes catching on hers as heat shot between us. “Let me grab the paperwork for the sinks so we can compare it to the box numbers.”
We both knew there was no purpose to this trip. I just wanted to be close to her.
Ask her out. Ask her out, dumbass.
I cleared my throat. “So these are the sinks.”
We were completely alone out here, far from town and on the edge of civilization.
The Bear Creek Lodge was on the wild side of the mountain, and it had enough bedrooms that we could fuck in a different one for the next few weeks straight if we wanted to.
And I did.
This poor woman was out her all alone with me, and it was taking all the restraint in the world not to pull her into my arms for a kiss that wouldn’t end until next month.
But she was a co-worker, and I was being ruled by my cock, not my brain.
Violet studied the vanities. “These are definitely the wrong ones.”
“Yup.”
And with that, my flimsy pretext for dragging her out here was over.
“Uh,” I grunted, “you want to take a tour? I can show you the work that the guys and I have been doing. There’s a sweet-ass pool going in this place.”
Violet’s eyes were shining brightly, and the flush on her cheeks was back. “I-I’d love that.”
I reached for the purchase order paperwork that I’d put down on one of the sinks at the same time she went to grab it.
Our hands brushed together, and a shockwave of heat shot through me.
Violet started giggling uncontrollably, the pink on her cheeks reddening. “Sorry about that.”
She was in her twenties, but sometimes she acted younger than that. Innocent somehow.
“No problem,” I rumbled as I picked up the paperwork and handed it back to her, making sure to brush her fingertips with mine as I passed it over.
She looked like she was about to come completely undone. And damn, if I was reading her wrong, my heart was going to be all busted up at the end of this. Because, I was starting to think some of her shyness might be because she liked me. Could that be possible?
Did this gorgeous woman feel the same way about me as I did about her?
I rested my hand on her lower back as I guided her further into the lodge. “Let me show you the dining hall first. It’s pretty fucking amazing.”