Lyon – Chapter 3
I’m extremely nervous. It’s my first day on the job and already I’m dreading it. The work shouldn’t be a problem. I’m kinda smart, so taking orders and putting them into a computer spread sheet should be easy enough, but Jared hadn’t told me his boss was so…male.
Then again Jared doesn’t know my little secret, no one does.
“Kat, you sure you want to do this so soon. Why don’t you give yourself some time?”
okay, dad, I need to stay busy. Don’t worry about me, Jared will
just don’t want you to think you have to work. I can give you an allowance until you decide what you want to do.”
eat your breakfast and get to work.”
everyday. I can always grab a bite at the diner on the way.”
’s no trouble, dad, stop worr
m like a nice guy?”
ened in Arizona everyone felt they had to shield me from everything, but I didn’t want them to. I was wounded ye
nd keeping track of supplies and stuff like that, no biggie.”
er, until…”
fine, so stop worrying about me. I’m okay
nge, then you let me know right away.”
dad.” I kissed hi
that death trap, or I’ll have his hide.”
before he locked me in my room to keep me safe from the big bad world.
y,
s.
I could just fly away from it all.
off to the shop in back.
e sweating, and I felt sick.
arms or his tattoos or his face, shit, just don’t look at him.
loane?” I almost jumped out of my skin, where the hell had he come from
Mr. Lyon.”
t talking to the ground when addressing me.”
ook at him, not good. I lifted my head and hoped for the best.
to breathe around all that hotness.
k a deep breath and tried again.
me where to start.”
didn’t crack or anything.
he office, and I got a look at his buns. Shit, was
ose to him. Please, God, let him spend most of his time in the shop, and not cooped up here in this office with me. I wouldn’t last a week.
***
e for a minute.” Yep, right into the gutter.
e too large suit jacket from falling off of me.
give them up.
eyes on Colton Lyon. A part of me that I had believed died at callous hands came back full force without warning.
o do was keep my head on straight and stop obsessing over his f**k-hot body and those to die for tattoos.
your desk, and mine’s through that door, so you’ll have the place to yourself mostly since I’m usually in the shop working, or on the showroom floor.”
w this.”
hours are nine to five, unless I need you to stay a little extra for some reason. That shouldn’t happen too often, but i
, Mr. … Colton.”
He’s standing with his arms folded, which only makes them seem more built, legs braced apart, biker
front.
e forearm and run up to his neck and my panties are wet. So there!
re exhausting.
as though I was a
showing me around the office, and doling out instructions with his highbro
***
f the day was a snap.
ded calls for new orders.
.
s from the heat in the shop, and the way he was drinking that bottle of water, eeeeeeek.
tight jeans,… that hid nothing. Didn’t that hurt, to stuff all that in there?
t a fever or something?”
at cologne?
s that?”
back to work here, lots to do.” Please take
pened his mouth, and he almost gave me heart failure.
f*****g you?”
hat no
?” Was my new bo
d I tell you about that sir shit?”
Gulp.
, I’ll try to remember.”
See that you do.”
made an exit not long after.
al order to anything.
ound two the phone rang, good, break up the
help you?”
ere
there, where the hell is he?”
may I be of service?
lyª”
I don’t know who you are, and quite fran
”
about this.” He hung up the phone.
y first day and I’m gonna get canned. Who the hell was that?
as going to be so pissed.
ot long after, I heard the same gruff voice outs
tomach
s, what the
you, Lyon.”
y one of my staff, on my p
”
imaldi?”
et?”
en going back and forth with this for the last year. If you don’t like my work, then there’s nothing I can do for you,
gs get out of hand. Colton was beginning to sound frustrated. I took a deep breath and walked to the door. I had to fortify myself before opening
Jared, and a couple of the guys, Tommy and Pete among th
y, yo
like a ruffian.
ing what they seem?
o I decided to play it safe.
wn with a sneer.
thing, not much to you at all.”
short jokes.
nswering his obnoxious observation, I just straightened my shoulders and stood a little taller.
ou with?”
t is, that same snooty
me like a three year old tattletale who’d gotten me in trouble.