Braxton

 

“I’m sure she’ll like the office, Axe,” Twisted says as I wipe the top of the desk off. Again. “And don’t forget, even though you’ll be gone, I’m here and Paisley works out in the warehouse. She’ll be fine.”

“Kinda worried more about Starla, if you want the truth.”

“Starla? Why? She’s just the receptionist.”

“Who wants Hatch and who has been flirting with me incessantly,” I tell him.

“Well, you’ll get that straightened out as soon as you ask Cara to be your old lady and she starts wearing your cut.”

“True. Fuck, forgot to have Law order it.”

“No worries, I took care of it for you.”

“This is why you’re my VP.”

We walk out of the office that Cara’s going to use and I see her pulling into the parking lot. “Be right back.”

I see her face light up when she spots me and I quickly walk over to her car and open her door once she’s shut it off and unlocked them. “Hey, sweetheart.” God, I can’t get over how beautiful she is, every time I see her I want to ravish her on the spot.

“Hey, Braxton,” she replies, a light blush covering her face. I want to pull her into me and kiss her breathless but...we’re in the parking lot. Wouldn’t be very professional of the boss, especially on her first day, I’m sure she wants to make a good impression with the workers. Regardless, I’m already hard as a rock, and am having a hard time reminding that to a certain appendage of that fact. Down boy!

“C’mon, let me show you around and give you the lay of the land.” Grabbing her hand, I lead her into the building. “That’s where our receptionist, Starla, sits,” I say, motioning to the front desk.

Walking down the hall, I bypass my office and Twisted’s, until I get to the third door. “Here’s your office,” I tell her, pulling her in and shutting the door. Before she can say anything, I gently tug her closer until she’s in my arms. “Good morning, sweetheart,” I whisper before I claim her lips with mine.

We’re both breathless by the time I pull back and I grin at the slightly bemused look on her face. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, I kiss her nose and say, “I think I’m going to like you being here.”

“Braxton! We’re...we’re at work!”

“And I’m the boss.”

She moves to sit behind the desk and I shake my head no. “Just put your purse up, the key to lock the desk is in the top drawer. I want to show you around before you get started, okay?”

“Alright,” she replies. She places her purse and another small bag in the bottom drawer and locks it up, putting the key in her front pocket.

As we walk around, I introduce her to the other employees, giving the guys the eye whenever they stray from her face. I want to beat my chest and yell out that she’s mine, but she and I have to have that conversation first. So, stern looks will have to do. For now.

“Cara!” Paisley calls out, coming from the small warehouse office she works in. “I didn’t know you were gonna be working here!”

Cara looks at me and grins. “Yeah, that happened over the weekend.”

Paisley looks at the two of us and smiles. I’m trying to be discreet, so I don’t have her hand in mine, and I haven’t pulled her into my side. But if these fuckers keep eyeballing her? All bets are off. “Well, glad to have you on board. If you need help with anything, just holler, I’ve been here since the beginning and have probably done every job.”

“What do you do back here?” Cara asks.

“I oversee the warehouse shipments. I’ll show you later what I mean, but some of our customers have inventory shipped here, and we keep it stocked for them, so when they need it delivered, we load it up and ship it out.”

“I’m glad you’re here,” she replies. “It’ll make it easier having someone I know if Braxton is out on a run.”

“No worries, girl, we’ll get you up to speed in no time. Braxton, you got a minute?”

I look at Paisley and see she has paperwork in her hand. “Is that what I need?”

“Yeah, just wanted to make sure you knew what to expect. The order is more than last time, so I am having to call and increase our bond. Do you want me to make that a permanent change?”

Blowing out a breath, I nod. “Seems like that would be the way to go, so yes. Definitely get the maximum so we’re covered in case anything happens.”

“What is she talking about?” Cara asks.

“We’ve got a bonded and insured warehouse, sweetheart. But sometimes, like with the shipment I’m hauling this week, the cost to replace them could be more than our policy covers in the event of an accident or fire, anything of that nature. She’s going to get us the maximum coverage we can get.”

“Oh, that makes sense,” she replies, looking at the different areas in the warehouse. I see Hatch at one bay door, watching as the forklift driver loads pallet after pallet of dry goods.

“C’mon, there’s more to see. We’ll catch you later, Paisley.”

“Sounds good. Welcome aboard, Cara! We’ll definitely do lunch sometime this week, okay?”

Cara nods and I turn her and go back to the office area. “Here’s the breakroom, we keep the fridge stocked with what folks enjoy drinking, so if there’s something you’d like, let Chef know, he’s in charge of that shit. Down here is the conference room. Sometimes, clients want to come in and meet with us and see we’re not a bunch of meatheads.”

Her laughter catches me off-guard and I look at her. “What’s so funny?”

“Y’all are so far from that description it’s ridiculous. Is it because you’re bikers?”

Damn she’s gonna make me a great old lady! “Yeah, sweetheart, it is. But they don’t realize that most of the men except the prospects have degrees of one kind or another. Hell, Law is an attorney!”

“Well, see? That just goes to show you can’t judge a book by its cover, right?”

“Exactly. Now, let me show you what you’ll be doing.”

We walk back to her office, passing Starla. “Starla, this is Caraleigh. She’s our new office manager.”

“Good morning,” Cara says.

Starla’s eyebrow goes up when she sees how close I am to Cara, but she responds, barely, and says, “Good morning.” Twisted is right, I need to keep an eye on her. Making a mental note to speak with Hatch, I nod and keep us moving toward her office.

 

 

We’ve spent the past three hours going over the computer system and what her job duties will be when Twisted walks in. “Hey y’all, thought it would be a good time to break for lunch before you leave, Braxton. What do you think?”

Cara’s stomach growls at the mention of food and the three of us laugh. “Guess that’s our answer, brother,” I reply. “Did you bring her the paperwork for payroll and shit?”

“Yeah, I have it right here,” he says, handing her a sheaf of papers. “We need to get you into the computer so you’ll get a paycheck. We can do real checks or direct deposit, your choice. I’d recommend the direct deposit because it goes in the day before payday. I think the first one is a live check, but after that, direct deposit.”

“Then that’s what I’ll do. Is Paisley coming to lunch too?”

“Absolutely. She wants Mexican. That alright with you two?”

I nod because I know from talking to her that she enjoys it and the little restaurant around the corner has quick, friendly service.

“Take the bikes?” Twisted asks.

“Absolutely,” I tell him. “Cara, you might want to braid your hair.”

“Why?”

“So the helmet doesn’t mess it up too much.”

“Okay. Can you give me ten minutes? I’ll get it taken care of.”

“We’ll meet you out front, okay?”

She nods at me and I resist—barely—the urge to kiss her. Twisted snorts and I give him a death glare. Fucker.

Waiting at the bikes, I see both women coming out the front doors laughing. Cara has managed to put her hair into a French braid and my hands are itching to take it down, see all those curls that I love spread across my pillow. Get a grip, Braxton, you know it’s gonna be harder than hell riding with your dick standing straight up! I grab the extra helmet I have and help her get it on. “You ever been on the back of a bike, sweetheart?”

She’s looking at my bike and biting her lip, Lord have mercy with what I want to do with that lip of hers. I can see the apprehension growing on her face. Dropping a quick kiss on her forehead, I pull her lip from her teeth and straddle my bike. Then I tell her how to get on behind me. Once she’s in place, her chest crushed against my back, I hit the ignition and fire up my other girl. “Hold on, sweetheart, don’t let your legs touch those pipes,” I point showing her which ones I mean, “and when I lean, lean with me, okay?”

I feel her nod behind me as her grip tightens around my waist. I pat her leg and pull out, Twisted next to me with Paisley riding bitch. I hope she falls in love with riding, there’s nothing like it and I can envision us taking day trips on the bike. Shit, I can even see some nighttime escapes on my bike, and think about the things we could do while we’re out and about. I’ve found some pretty desolate places, where I could rip off her clothes, and have my wicked way with her while she’s leaned over my bike. Yeah, we’re definitely going to have to have Mom watch the kids some night—soon.