Page 2 of Contracting with the Mountain Man
“Hi, Maverick, right?”
A lump lodged itself in my throat and a few seconds passed as I composed myself.
“Yep. Genevieve, I take it?”
“You got it. C’mon in. I just pulled a few pies from the oven, and it smells amazing, doesn’t it?” She gushed as she took a step back and I walked in, closing the door behind me. “There’s nothing like fresh bakery treats from the oven.”
“I’d have to agree. It can’t be beat.” I smiled as I tried so hard not to drag my eyes down her body and fully take her in like how I wanted to. She must be younger than, considering she was best friends with Marlowe and grew up here together. But what was age if but a number?
“A man who knows what he’s talking about. I love it. Follow me, I’ll show you what needs to be fixed.”
I like her. I like her a lot.
Shut up, idiot.
I followed her to the display cases, my eyes landing on her sexy as fuck ass. Perfectly plump, her curves had me going crazy, my mind running a mile a minute.
Even in her chef pants and jacket, her curves looked amazing, and I wanted to sink my teeth into her, have my way with her, and then let her have her way with me. Only fair, right?
Fuck. I needed to stop. This was ajob.
I couldn’t go around doing electrical work with a raging hard on.
I tore my eyes away from her and directed my attention to the display cases as she described what’s been going on.
“Sounds like a blown fuse, but I’ll check it out and let you know.”
“Great, thanks. I’ll be out back in the kitchen. If you need anything, don’t be afraid to shout.” Genevieve smiled and her whole face crinkled with it in the most adorable way.
Shit. I’d met the woman less than five minutes ago and already, I had it bad.
But who could blame me?
Genevieve was as hot as the ovens in the back. And for some reason, I didn’t want to cool off.
I wanted her.
CHAPTER TWO
Genevieve
“Holy shit,holy shit, holy shit balls!” I repeated to myself as I stood inside the walk-in cooler to cool myself off.
It wasn’t working.
“Mar is going to hear my mouth about this. Sending the hottest fucking guy on the mountain here? She couldn’t have sent her girl a warning?” I muttered as I paced back and forth, energy buzzing through me.
I already knew exactly how she’d respond if I confronted her.
“But you don’t believe in the happy endings, so what does it matter if he’s hot or not?”
I pictured her saying those exact words, and she’s not entirely wrong. Love and riding off into the sunset all sounded so…cliche and cringy. A bit over the top, if you ask me. Finding a lifelong partner was amazing, but it didn’t always happen, and certainly not without struggles.
Sure, I wanted to find a partner to start a family with. But I also had realistic expectations. It wouldn’t be perfect and all-consuming. I wouldn’t need constant check ins, and I love yous and a big fancy wedding. A simple love would be enough.
But with that man currently in my bakery? I wanted to throw out all of my wants and desires and dive in. Even allow it to become over the top and chaotic with feelings.
Why does he make me feel this way?
