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Maci
For the one-hundredth time tonight I ask myself why the fuck I’m here.
I’m a prosecutor not a waitress.
I filling out this bogus W-2 for a diner I have no interest in working at. This is only to keep my image. If I acclimate myself into this small town, people won’t start to ask questions about where I came from.
Maybe they will be more welcoming, as well.
A loud man’s voice is what shakes me from writing down this bull shit identity I’m supposed to have.
“Uh, hi,” I call out to let him know he’s not in here alone.
When the man turns to look at me, I about swallow my tongue. Where I’m used to meeting men wearing suits and jackets, this man is wearing the complete opposite.
Tattoos cover every visible place on his body besides his face. He looks rough. He looks dangerous. He looks totally fuckable in a way I never thought I would be interested in a man.
I toss my newly colored long brown hair over my shoulder to greet the man. He’s looking at me as if I’m a snack and I can’t wait to be eaten by him.
“Who’re you?” He questions, leaning against the doorjamb.
“Maci. I just started. I’m filling out paperwork,” I hold up the stack of papers in front of me.
He smirks in a way that promises dirty pleasures. “Let me see what you got,” he states while walking towards me.
I’m suddenly aware of how small the office is. I’m also suddenly aware of how horny I am. It has been forever since I had sex, but he’s making me think about having him throw me on the desk.
What the fuck happened to me?
“I’m sorry, you are?” I blurt.
The man grins and winks. “The name’s Hawk. I’m the owner.”
“Did your mother give you that name?” I blurt again.
Hawk chuckles. “Something like that, doll face. You didn’t indicate what shift you want here. Or what position you want, either.”
I don’t miss the innuendo in his statement.
“I’m pretty open,” I answer knowing full well I need something to do to keep from dying of boredom.
Hawk gets closer to me. He’s seated right next to me and I can feel his jean clad thigh against my yoga pants. His touch is making my body feel like it is on fire.
“Is that so?”
“Hawk, you got the cameras up?” Another man asks.
This one is equally dangerous looking but doesn’t seem to have the same charm as Hawk. Hawk has a way about him that makes me want to flirt. Hell, he has a way about him that makes me want to crawl over to him and touch his body. His legs are as big as my chest!
“Uh,” I mutter and look up at him from my seated position.
Hawk’s smile on his face tells me he knows how uncomfortable I am at the moment. What wouldn’t I be? I’m in a room with two men who could do whatever they wanted to me.
For the first time since I got here, I feel scared.
Shit.
