“What the hell am I doing?” I ask myself as I sit outside of Janey’s apartment waiting for her to show. My eyes are bloodshot and my brain is foggy. This time I can’t blame it on the jet lag. I have to blame it on Janey, who haunted my dreams all night. After I dropped her off, I fought the urge to race back and pick her up. The woman lives in the hood, and that doesn’t sit right with me.

I tap my fingers on the dashboard and count the seconds until I see her again. In the cup holder is a coffee just for her. She takes a splash of cream and one sugar, which I learned after watching her doctor up her coffee at Tupelo’s.

Up the block, the lady in holy thigh-highs drags her tired body back toward the entrance of Janey’s building until she sees me. She walks toward my car with her hips swinging and leans on my door motioning for me to roll down my window. I open it a crack.

“Not interested.” I say.

“Come on sugar, I’ve got another inside of me if you’ve got a twenty.” She juts out her boobs and presses them to my window.

“No thanks, I’m sure you’ve had plenty inside you, and I won’t be another.”

She gives me a death stare before she walks away and disappears into the building. Five minutes later, Janey appears and I turn into a frozen mute. She steps out of the building dressed like she’s going to tea, which plays all kinds of games in my mind. The little pink flowers floating in a pattern on her dress fight the image in my head of her lying on the settee with my cock clone deep inside her. I shake the vision loose and manage to hit my head on the window. After a string of expletives, I open the door and call out to her.

“Janey.”

She looks up and sees me. I don’t know if her expression is happy or scared. In hindsight, I probably look like a stalker.

“Mr. Stark. What are you doing here?”

That is the question of the moment. I look around her neighborhood as if no answer is required. “I’m protecting my investment in you. I can’t have you mugged or murdered coming to work.”

She looks back at the graffiti on her building. “It’s temporary. Just until I get my first paycheck.”

“I’ll give you an advance.” I thread my arm through hers and walk her to the passenger side of the car. “Your ride awaits, miss.” The air swirls around me and I’m bathed in the scent of strawberries and cream.

“Is this a perk you didn’t list on the offer?” She slides into the seat and buckles in, but not before she looks at me with those big blue eyes. Eyes that I can get lost in forever. “I like it.”

I close the door and race to my side of the car. “I was in the neighborhood,” I say as I climb inside and start the engine.

“Really? And what neighborhood are you from that you pass through the Mission District?”

I turn my head to the side and whisper, “I live on Pine Street.”

She turns my way making the hem of her dress slide up past her knee, a knee that I’d like to lick all the way up the inside to her pussy and back down the other side.

“You went out of your way to pick me up. Why?” She reaches out and touches my arm and that sizzle that arcs between us crackles across my skin.

“I was worried about you. Besides, I like you.” I might as well call Brad and tell him to place the ad because there’s no way I’m not kissing her today. Andrew can handle the bail when she puts me in jail. Somehow I think the risk will be worth it.

“You don’t know me.” She pulls her risen dress over her knees.

“No, but I’d like to.” Now it was time for the heat to rise to my cheeks.

“I’d like that too.”

I pull into the garage and slide into my reserved parking slot. In the cup holder, is her coffee. “I brought you coffee.” I lift the paper cup and offer it to her and when our fingers touch that familiar charge races through me again. It skitters up my spine and lodges in my chest—a heavy feeling of want and need that’s unfamiliar.

“Thank you.” She sips it and hums a sweet sound of satisfaction, and I wonder if she makes those noises when she comes. I’m tempted to sit outside her door and listen while she tests products, but that would be creepy and a completely unsatisfying experience. Whereas, a single kiss could change my life. Although that seems so dramatic, I know it’s true.

Seconds later I’m leading her into the office. Actually she’s leading me. I’d follow her anywhere. “Anything big happening today?” she asks. Her smile puts off a glow that surrounds her.

Everything about her is perfect. I love the way she’s left her hair down to float over her shoulders. How the soft curls at the end rest on the mounds of her breasts. How the innocent pink dress cinches at her waist and flairs at her hips. How the hem brushes her knees, and her heels define the legs I want wrapped around my waist.

“I’ve got a few plans. We’ll see how they pan out.” I reach around her to unlock the door to the suite of offices and inhale her sweet scent. “I’ll take you to lunch. Meet me here at noon.” I’m so tempted to press my lips to the top of her head, but I don’t. The first place I want my lips is on hers, the second is between her legs.

“You don’t have to take me to lunch, Mr. Stark.”

“But I do. It’s part of my plan.”

She smiles at me and my dick twitches, forcing me to exit hastily before I embarrass myself.

“Lunch it is,” she says.

I watch from my doorway. The sway of her hips calling to something primal in me, or maybe it’s the fact that once her door closes, I know what she’ll be doing in there. We’ve had plenty of product testers, but none that I wanted to kiss, hold, or possess in the way I want Janey Pickle.

One look at my disorganized office and my hard-on wanes. I have to focus, get settled and make a plan. The problem is, I’ve never been a planner. My success is built on seeing an opportunity and seizing it. Poor Janey didn’t even know what she signed on for when she walked into this office.

I set my eyes on her and by the end of the day she’ll be in my arms, and if I haven’t lost my touch, tonight she’ll be in my bed.

One look around my office and I see a dozen places where Janey will give herself to me. Against the wall, the door, the desk, the chair—the phone rings pulling me out of my fantasy. It’s Brad.

“What do you want?” My voice is gruff from being cock-blocked even if it was just a fantasy.

“What crawled up your ass? Did the little librarian not show up to work?”

If Brad were here, he’d be wearing my fist. “No, she’s here, and don’t call her a librarian.”

A moment of silence hung in the air. “You’re the one that said she looked like a librarian.” In the background, machinery chugs to life as the factory began its day.

“She’s…listen man. I’m in trouble here. She’s…mine.”

“Oh shit…like yours as in you’ve had her or yours as in you want to test her out?”

“You’re an asshole. Janey isn’t the kind of girl you test out. She’s the kind of girl you commit to and keep.”

Brad’s laughter fills the room despite his absence. “Dude, you’re going to need a lawyer if you move on that shit.”

“Well, get one on speed dial because I can’t control my feelings. There’s something there I want to explore.”

“Don’t fuck us all over because you can’t keep your dick in your pants.”

“Has this ever been a problem for me?” It pisses me off that Brad assumes I’ll screw up the business, but in reality, I may just do that.

“No, but Cindy had the face of a Shar-Pei.”

The visual made me chuckle, even though the woman wasn’t more than fifty, she’d spent too much time in the sun, and her skin was like dried leather.

“And the body of a trucker,” Brad added. “You know what you’re doing, and if you don’t you need to figure it out right away. Don’t screw it up for all of us. Not many people are hiring a cock manufacturer these days.”

He hung up, and I plopped myself down at my desk. I’d heard of instant attraction, but I never experienced it until Janey walked into my office. I knew I was sunk the minute she saw the wall of toys and stayed. Janey was either fearless or desperate and I planned to figure out which it was.