CHAPTER 2
Cash
“Mister Guy, your nine o’clock is here to see you.”
I look down at the clock on my desk. It’s exactly nine o’clock. This candidate is right on time. We’re off to a good start.
“Thank you, Bunny,” I say into the interoffice line. “Send her in.”
I shake my head. It still floors me that someone named their child Bunny, but then again successful people, especially actors, are often a bit eccentric and sometimes it shows up in their naming choices for their children.
Bunny and I have a good working relationship, and I’m hoping to get as lucky with my next hire as I did with Bunny. I have no idea what to expect when Bunny opens the door and if I did this girl just exceeded anything by a long shot.
The second I lay eyes on her I lose my train of thought. I spend most of my day pouring over numbers in my portfolios, but she’s clearly a totally different kind of number…one of a kind.
“Mary,” she says, extending her.
I start to stand up out of my chair but bang my knees on the underside of my desk. There should be pain, but I don’t even notice it. I only notice her.
“Cash,” I say, extending my hand towards hers. “Nice to meet you.”
The second her hand is in mine I feel goose bumps shoot up my arm. My hand is so much bigger than hers it’s almost like I make her entire hand disappear. But making any part of her disappear is the last thing on my mind as I take in the sight of her.
Her light brown hair flows well past her shoulders and I could stare into those hazel eyes of hers for days. Her lips are soft and plump and I’m not sure if she’s wearing one of those lip gloss moisturizing things or whatever they’re called but there is a bit of a glow to her mouth making me want to kiss her so bad right now.
And kissing her isn’t the only physical reaction I’m having. In addition to the goose bumps and suddenly a dry throat I feel the groin area in my pants starting to expand…rapidly.
I wait for her to return my, “nice to meet you,” but she doesn’t. Her eyes just glaze over and it looks like her mind has gone completely blank. Mine is dangerously close to doing the same.
I manage the financial portfolios for a lot of Hollywood’s most famous, and beautiful movie stars but there’s no way any of them can hold a candle to her.
She’s got this stunning natural beauty to her. The kind that doesn’t need any makeup or anything. I bet she just got out of the shower this morning, toweled off, put on her clothes and came here. That’s rare these days. Most girls are so covered in makeup I have no idea what they actually look like underneath it all.
Not her. She looks fresh and natural, like a breeze through the Rocky Mountains.
And this mountain that quickly became fully formed in my pants is starting to feel like a volcano that wants to erupt.
This never happens to me. Never.
“Anything else, sir?” Bunny asks.
“No thank you,” I say, not taking my eyes off of Mary’s as her hand still rests in mine.
Bunny shows herself out shutting the door behind her. I’m not sure if that’s such a good idea right now. I want to tear into her like a—
“Wild grizzly bear,” she says.
“Come again?” I ask. Her strange comment rattles my brain back into the present.
I release her hand and immediately miss it. Why did I do that? Why did I let go of her touch? Am I a complete fool?
I pull out a chair in front of my desk and offer her a seat.
“I saw a wild grizzly bear on the way in this morning,” she says. At least now I know she’s not referring to me.
“They’re out this time of year,” I say. “Did he charge you?”
“He ran at my car,” she says. “But I drove off. He scared the moose that was blocking my path.”
“The life us Coloradans lead,” I say wondering where she’s been my entire life.
Is she from around here? She can’t be. There’s absolutely no way I would have missed her. Not looking like that. That’s for sure.
“Yes,” she says.
I sit down at my desk trying to adjust the raging erection in my pants. It’s not working. I lean to the side and lie back in my chair hoping to take the pressure of my pants off the angle my cock is pointing, which is straight up.
But I’m not the only one who’s off today. I can sense she is too. She looks nervous…a sort of Bambi to my grizzly bear.
I’m accustomed to dealing with powerful and wealthy people, but maybe she’s not. She listed an out of state address on her resume, but I think she’s local so I figure she’d be used to celebrities by now if she’s from around these parts.
It all started years ago when Hunter S. Thompson moved here. Not long after Don Henley of the Eagles, John Oats of Hall and Oats, and Don Johnson moved here, just to name a few.
Our tiny community is now a haven for the rich and famous, a place where they can escape it all. And right now I just want to escape somewhere alone and private with her.
“Your resume says you’ve babysat before. Quite extensively.”