Three

 

LUCAS

 

Three days. It’s been three fucking days since I walked out of Dirty Players and my newest obsession began.

Cara.

Just her name alone stirs things inside of me that I never knew existed.

She’s short in height and small in build. Has long brown hair and a set of blue-grey eyes that I want to get lost in. Add in skin that calls for me to touch and curves that makes my dick hard . . . it’s a no brainer why she’s been starring, not only in my dreams at night, but also my day ones too.

And those dreams turned dirty much more quickly than my night ones did. I should be listening to the preacher as he talks about love and how the bonds of marriage are built on understanding and trust. But instead, I’m standing here thinking of what it's going to be like to hold Cara in my arms for the first time.

“How’s retired life?” Curt asks as we watch the girls dance to some song about friends.

“Going well,” I smirk before continuing. “I’m buying an adult toy shop.”

Liquid sprays out from beside me as Curt start coughing.

“You okay there?” I laugh and slap his back. “I didn’t think it would be that much of a shock that I enjoy not being an agent anymore.”

“Adult toy shop,” he finally states after recovering. “What would possess you to buy a store that sells fucking dildos? You worked in the damn FBI. Are there not suitable jobs out there for someone with your caliber?”

He’s right, going from agent to agent to owning and running an adult toy store is going to be a total one-eighty.

I have no clue why I decided it’s a good thing to do. I really don’t know what the fuck I was thinking—no, I take that back . . . I do know what I was thinking when I decided I was going to buy it.

Her.

The moment my eyes adjusted after stepping inside the store, they landed on her standing behind the counter. My breath left my body as I paused. My head tried to figure out what the fuck just hit me in the chest while my gaze locked onto her. A feeling unlike any other swamped my emotions and I found myself watching a scene play out in my head like a movie.

Her belly round with my baby while wearing my ring.

Calmness washed over me as I just stared at her while she finished a customer’s transaction. When she smiled at him as she handed him his purchases, I saw red. That’s the first time the word mine went through my head. I knew then I found what I’d been looking for.

What made me leave the agency.

What I dreamed of having ever since my buddies, Rhys and Curt found their women.

A family.

The moment the male left the store, I glanced around and released my breath I was holding when I saw there were no other men in here. Just as I was relaxing, I got angry all over again. This place isn’t somewhere I wanted my woman working. Not wanting any other man thinking about her in a sexual way wasn't the only reason, either.

Not even close.

It pissed me off that the whole damn store looked like a cross between sleezy and classy. The need to drag her away and demand she quit was so fucking strong. My feet started to move, but then then I thought of Rhys and the situation he found himself in when his woman worked here. I stopped in my tracks and knew I couldn’t just demand her to leave this place.

What if she needed the money?

The deep desire of needing to be the only one to take care of her threatened to take over as I searched the store for what I came in to get. When I headed to the register, my brain started thinking of things I could do to get her out of here. Short of kidnapping her and chaining her to my damn bed, nothing was clicking. So lost in thought, I didn’t even realize until I was closing my truck door that I'd made it to the coffee shop where I was supposed to be meeting Rhys to go over the finances of my portfolio he managed.

When my hand touched the door to go inside, a thought hit me and I couldn’t stop the smile forming on my face.

I knew how I was going to get her out of there.

The plan that was forming was a brilliant one.

I was going to buy Dirty Players.

“I know for a fact that the local police department is hiring there,” Conti’s voice pulls me from my thoughts.

“Not what I want anymore.” I shrug. “Buying the store is an investment for my future.”

“What the fuck,” Curt spits out before turning toward me. “Is the fucking place only frequented by celebrities or some shit? Adult toy shops are a dime a dozen. So explain how this one is your future?”

“Cara.”

Conti and Curt glance at each other with confused expressions at my one worded answer.

“What, or should I really ask, who is Cara?” Conti finally asks me.

“Cara is my Angela,” I murmur before glancing over at the dance floor where the bride is dancing with her friends. “So, me buying Dirty Players is me securing my future investment since she's employed there.”

The boys are quiet while they both stare with me at the girls, all lost in thought as I repeat the word mia in my head.

“Okay then,” Curt states before looking back toward me. “What’s the plan?”

Smirking, I lean forward and begin to tell them what I have planned. By the end of the night, I knew it was just a matter of weeks before Cara is officially mine.

 

CARA

 

Walking into work, I stop in my tracks at the sight before me. The owner of the shop, Stanley, is surrounded by huge, burly men who have Grey Security written on the back of their shirts.

“Everything okay?” I ask as I start to make my way again toward the back.

“Cara, this is the newest security crew for Dirty Players. Guys, this is one of the employees staying on, Cara.” he introduces us and then turns back toward me. “There’s an announcement posted in the break room. Go and read it, and if you have any questions please feel free to ask me before I leave in about an hour.”

Confusion fills me as he dismisses me to continue talking to the guys. Slowly, I make my way toward the break room.

Did he stay I’m one of the employees staying on? What does that mean? Who got fired and why?

I know there's security already in place, why do we need more?

My gut clenches at the possibilities of why this happening as I make my way to the breakroom faster.

“I’m excited,” Jill’s voice filters through the break room door. “If he really looks like this, maybe for the first time since I started, I just might really enjoy working here.”

“Isn’t that the truth,” Jase murmurs as I walk into the door.

“What’s going on?”

“New owner,” Jase smirks at me. “And he's a fine piece of ass, too.”

Rolling my eyes, I make my way to the bulletin board.

“We're out of here, Cara.” Jill says as I reach out to unpin the paper announcing that a Lucas Fisher is going to be taking over ownership as soon as possible.

His brief bio confuses me. Why would a former decorated FBI agent want to own an adult toy shop?

The more I read, the more my excitement begins to grow. Images of changes that the store might get make me smile. Perhaps we can finally stock classier items and less of the triple X ones.

Glancing at the image on the bottom of the announcement, my breath freezes inside my chest. I’m fucked when the flashbacks of him rush my mind.

The voice.

The deep brown eyes that stared into mine.

The orgasm I gave myself that night with him in mind.

Groaning, I can’t believe that the ruiner of men was now going to be my boss.

As I continued to stare at the image, I cataloged every feature again. Noting that I wasn’t just imagining his sex appeal. That he really was just as sexy as I remembered. Quickly, before anyone can witness me, I snap a picture with my phone before putting it back up on the bulletin board.

“Time for work, Cara,” I murmur to myself even though what I really want to do is look at his face for the rest of the night

Mr. and Mrs. Underwear flash in my mind and remind me just how bad of an idea it is to keep his picture on my phone.

“He’s married by now I’m sure,” I groan and debate deleting the photo.

Him with another woman has continuously ran through my mind since the moment he walked out the door six days ago. Knowing he already has a family kept me from trying to plan an imaginary future with him. But I have to admit, I still used him as a muse since that one night. In light of that, I know my reviews I did since are probably some of the best ones I’ve ever done.

Movement from my right has my breath catching and I see the object of my thoughts walk toward the office.

Don’t look, Cara. Pretend you don’t notice him. You don’t want him to know you’re attracted to him in any way shape or form.

But there’s no stopping me, really. Without moving my head, I follow him as he walks up to the door and then stops. His shoulders begin to tense, and he slowly turns his head my way and my gaze locks on his. He’s staring right at me. Fascinated that I can somewhat spy on my boss without him noticing, he stands there for what seems like an eternity as I continue to slowly make my way toward the floor of the store.

Right before I emerge from the back, he enters the room. My shoulders drop a little with both relaxation and hurt over not having his eyes on me anymore.

Which is a fucked-up feeling to have for your soon-to-be boss, Cara.

Just that thought alone has a sigh leaving my mouth as I decide it’s time to get to work and try to get over this crush I have on him.