Standing by the window with Paige, I admire what she and her brother are building here and then I look at my office once more. I don’t feel intimidated by any of this. When I was in university, this was the type of office I dreamed of having someday.
That day is today.
This is bloody fantastic.
“Why don’t you try out your chair, and then I’ll take you down for a tour of the garages?” I tingle like a fucking virgin when Paige’s fingernail drags across my arm. Paige turns and ambles over to my desk. My massive desk that could easily double as a fucking bed.
Following her over, I’m not staring at the desk as we approach; I’m watching the beautiful dance her arse is gracing me with. I want to grab, knead, and fondle her round backend. I want to lift her onto the desk, spread her wide for me, and consume her with my mouth and my dick.
“I made sure we got a big one and a comfortable chair.” She turns and pulls herself up on the top of the desk with a hop. As if she was reading my damn mind her legs spread wide and she leans back, bracing her hands behind her. “I’m glad we did after seeing that piece of shit you were sitting in.”
“Thanks.” The veins over my knuckles roll off as I tightly clench my fists. I don’t want to sit in a fucking chair unless she is sitting just like this in front of me. Instead, I walk by her to my new chair, keeping my hands to myself. As badly as I want to touch her, to have her own me as I own her, I won’t do that here. This is a place of work, and I want to start it off right. I won’t fuck the boss … here.
The chair rolls away from the desk on the hardwood floor with ease. It is a nice, polished leather chair. There isn’t a ratchet strap in sight holding it together. By the way, I took the strap off my old chair.
What?
It was mine; like hell I’d let those arseholes keep it.
My large frame sinks into the seat. There is no creaking, no wailing from my weight, or the slow sound of the chair dying as was customary with my old one. No, the only noise from this one is the rasp of the leather being rubbed as I slide back into it and nearly match it.
It’s more comfortable than my own bed.
“Nice, right?”
“Fuck, yes.” My head drops back with a thud, and my eyes close. “I could easily fall asleep here.”
“Well, then …” Paige’s legs brush against mine, and I’m jolted upright. My wide eyes watch her black hair cover her face as she straddles me and whips it off her face, hitting me with not only her hair but also her amazing perfume only made by working in a garage. “Looks like I may have to give you a reason to stay awake,” she teases and nips the tip of my nose.
Her flared waist feels perfectly molded for me to put my hands there.
“I think I could handle that.” I bring her closer to me, but Paige has other ideas. This seems to be a growing norm with her. One of her tattooed digits taps my lips while her other hand wraps into my short hair.
“Not today, Oz.”
Before I can object and demand to keep her there with me to devour her luscious red lips, Paige is off my lap and walking to the door.
“Come on, tour time.”
Clambering out of my chair, my shoes slide on the floor, but I manage to catch her before the doors close behind her.
“You will keep wearing what you do for work. I want office staff to keep the business looking professional. I want to be taken seriously, and that needs to start with the employees.”
I can’t help my eyes; they’re glued to her arse, and I’m lost. I will do and say whatever she wants if I can just keep staring at her amazing body.
“The mechanics all wear matching jumpsuits with the company logo on the back, their names on the left, and which garage they work in on the right.”
“And the racers?”
She stalls in the lift, keeping her back to me. I push the button for the first floor, and we ride back down.
“The racers will wear whatever they want as long as the logo is present and something someone would see first. Otherwise, I don’t give a shit.” From the main lobby, I’m guided through security doors where I will recieve an employee pass in the next couple of days. Not everyone in the offices will have one, but I’m special.
Just like my mum always said I was. Look, Mum! You can be proud!
Paige leads me through every garage until we end up in the motocross one. Some are still just the bare bones of what they will house while only a couple of them are fully ready to take on the necessary load. The motocross garage is in full swing when we work our way down. Everyone falls silent with Paige’s entrance and hurry onto whatever job they were doing. No one makes any true eye contact with her, even when they are saying hello or asking how she is doing.
Following Paige to the last bay, I take in her bike as it is being worked on by Len and another mechanic. Everything I’ve seen completely mesmerizes me. The high-end garages for racers on television pale in comparison to this one. I’ve never seen one as nice and as diverse. The doors are open, and the sound of heavy machinery in the not so distant field pulls my attention.
“She’s building tracks.” Len comes to a stop next to me, looking out at where a bulldozer is pushing a dirt pile. Her faux hawk hangs in her face, giving the illusion of bangs. It doesn’t take away from the confused expression on her grease-covered face. “I didn’t think you would still be around.” Her lips turn down in a way that tells me she is impressed. “Maybe there is hope for her yet,” Len mutters, more to herself than to me.
“Men don’t stick around?”
“With Paige?” She spits out a laugh. “No way in hell. She finds them, fucks them, and dumps them without even thinking of the path of destruction she leaves.”
As I look back at Paige, watching her sit on her bike and talk to the other mechanic, it really hits me that I don’t know a damn thing about her in a personal setting. Sure, I know her intimately but other than that? Paige is still a stranger to me. She hasn’t shared anything remotely personal with me aside from her pussy and letting me know a little about Taylor and their relationship.
I look around, curious which man is Taylor’s foster dad, and I wonder why Paige would care so much about a child in the system. She doesn’t seem like she’d get along with children, but she does. Paige doesn’t seem to have a soft side; she’s like a porcupine protecting her soft underbelly with the quills on the rest of her body. Only she does when it comes to Taylor
“Maybe times are changing,” I say with absolute confidence. I can feel it. I just kn—
“Ha, you sound like all the others. Don’t get used to it. She may keep you around to fuck for a while, but she will cast you away like the others.” Len’s dual-colored eyes are etched with concern. “And it will be hard for you because when she’s done with you, she’ll still be your boss.”
“Gopher, get your ass over here and tell me what you did to my bike.” Paige’s voice booms, silencing everyone but Len, who only laughs manically and walks off, leaving me with her warning.
“Hey, Axle?” I lift my gaze back to Len as she’s walking backward. “I take it back; you aren’t like the others. I can see you are a pretty cool guy, but it doesn’t mean anything. In the end, all her shit will come flying up, and you will get roosted just like the others.” With a sad smile, she nods and turns back to face Paige.
A pissed-off Paige.
“Settle down, Paige. I know what the fuck I’m doing.” Her green eyes pinch, shooting to me when they should be shooting at Len, who is attempting to pacify Paige.
“Go ahead back up to your office and get settled in. Afterward feel free to leave for the day.”
“All right.” Taking one last look around, I realize everyone is busying themselves, and since I don’t know anyone in here aside from the two women who are now yelling at one another, I take my leave and meander back up to my luxurious office.
I don’t talk to Paige for the rest of the day. I only watch her from the wall of windows. Len must have gotten her bike to run properly because she spent most of the afternoon driving it and then returned to the garage before going back out.
I end up leaving without saying anything to anyone, much like when I left my old job at the end of the day. But this time the receptionist whispers a good-bye just as the doors close behind me.
My phone has been silent all day, not that I expected anything from it. None of my friends or family are aware I lost the job I left for this morning and have come home with a different one. While at a stop sign, I decide to fire off a text to both Jax and Levi. I need a drink and having one at home isn’t going to cut it tonight.
Me: Lumpy’s?
A sports bar we frequent, Lumpy’s will be a drive for me to get back to that side of the city, but I don’t give a shit. I may have gained a new job today, but I still lost one. One I had for a long arse time.
My phone chimes twice as I drive to the interstate and head back to the city. I don’t need to check to know both of the guys are in. They will get there long before I do. Turning up the radio, I just let the music take me.
I just lost my first full-time job after university today. The company is dying because they couldn’t secure the Piston Motor Sports account. In a way, I’m not surprised I was canned. I knew it was a matter of time; I was on borrowed time as it was.
The opportunity Paige has given me is one I have dreamed of. I have a boss who doesn’t directly control me because, shit, they don’t know much about what I do; otherwise, they would have done it themselves. I can go down to the garages whenever I feel like it or am able to, to see what is going on and watch everything behind the scenes. I’ve always enjoyed being in a garage setting. This job also grants me the opportunity to help hire people around me I can tolerate. No more wombats I can’t stand to be around or nasally snobs who think they are better than me.
But the best goddamn part of this job is getting to see Paige. The woman has gotten under my skin like a needle dosing me with a never-ending supply of an addictive drug. I can’t get enough of her; just looking at her is good for me.
Len’s warning comes to mind. Am I just someone to entertain Paige for a bit? Will she get bored with me and disappear?
Shaking my head, I don’t let my mind wrap around it any further. Why should I really worry? It isn’t like we’re committed to one another. We are just having fun.