It took two solid hours to clean up after breakfast. Sophie then sat down at the tiny desk in her room to go over the inventory she had taken and tried to figure out a meal for dinner. Distracted, her eyes would stray to the dirt lot outside. She watched men coming and going from different buildings. Some, hopping into work trucks, others carrying chainsaws over their shoulders heading to and fro.

Her eye caught on a large man coming out of the building that she now knew was the office. Even from this distance she could see how big he was. He had to duck through the doorway as he stepped out. He was even taller than Wyatt, maybe six foot six, and he was massively built. Broad shoulders and biceps that strained the fabric of his thick long sleeved work shirt.

He had bulging muscled legs she could see pressing against his jeans. He had on a pair of sunglasses and his dirty blond hair was just long enough to fall recklessly over his forehead. A short tight beard graced what looked like a strong square jaw.

He was speaking to someone carrying a clipboard when his gaze spun around directly at her. She didn’t think he could actually see her since he was looking back and forth like he was searching for something. But the sensation of him looking at her was physical.

Turning back to the man speaking rather animatedly at him, he nodded a few times and started walking to a black truck; the one Wyatt picked her up in last night. Giving the lot one last scanning look, he hopped in and backed out.

Sophie couldn’t help but wonder if this was THE Mr. Rochon. He was cuter than Wyatt if that was possible and obviously bigger. And when his gaze had scanned her direction, even through the sunglasses, Sophie felt a tingle flash through her.

Clearly she was out of practice in the man department. She wasn’t brave enough to fly with her favorite battery operated boyfriend in her luggage, so she would have to take care of any personal issues by hand so to speak.

Turning back to her menu plan, she got settled down to figure out how the heck to keep fifty men fed and happy.

A few hours later, Sophie started in on her dinner plans. Not sure what time the men would be getting back. She planned on meals that would keep tonight. She made up huge trays of beef and mushroom lasagna with white sauce. She’d whipped up a couple dozen loaves of french bread in the afternoon to turn into garlic bread. Finding bags of frozen string beans, she worked them into a browned butter sauce, and for dessert she put together a lemon curd cake that she had to modify to fit into the industrial sized trays.

All in all, she was quite pleased with her work. She wouldn’t be earning any Michelin stars, but she wouldn’t be ashamed to show her instructors what she’d managed to whip up in the middle of the woods either.

The men started trickling in around six thirty. Some stopped to clean up or shower before dinner. The latecomers came in dirty and exhausted. But they were all more than ready with a kind word and appreciation for the warm meal.

Wyatt stopped in to pick up another plate for Cage, saying that the boss rarely had time to eat with the men. Sophie started to feel bad for him, he must work very hard for his company. She made sure to cut an extra large piece of cake for him to send along with Wyatt. She got a wink and a cheek kiss for that.

Her evening was more predictable after she cleaned up from dinner. She was exhausted and now her jet lag was catching up with her. Her plan was for porridge with honey and scrambled eggs and bacon in the morning. So she didn’t need to be up too early.

She showered and managed to fall face first into her bed and was asleep in minutes. She dreamed about sandy blond haired men and hot wet kisses.

Waking up to her alarm ringing, Sophie’s dreams were still clinging to her. She took a moment to remember how delicious her dream was. She saw the man that she assumed was her boss, stepping out of the woods. He wasn’t wearing any clothing. He had dirt and bits of leaves and twigs in his hair. He was walking like he didn’t have a care in the world. Behind him coming through the brush was a large brown bear. Sophie wanted to yell out and warn him to look behind him. But she watched as he turned towards the bear lumbering his way and he waved.

Was he crazy? The bear slowed, coming up to him and in a shimmer of light the bear became Wyatt, standing just as naked as Cage. Cage gave Wyatt a cuff on the shoulder and they both walked towards the building marked as the lavatory.

Staring at the ceiling, Sophie first tried to figure out why she was thinking about her boss naked. And secondly, why on earth did she think about him as a bear? People weren’t bears; did she miss some kind of memo? Was this just the norm in the rugged rainforest of the Pacific Northwest? Or maybe she’d never been around men that were so big. Her brain put the biggest, baddest animal together with the mountainous men.

Clearly she’d heard too many Bigfoot stories before she moved and her poor brain mushed them all together with her hot boss, equally hot younger brother, and the need for a serious orgasm or two.

Looking at the clock Sophie decided fresh air was much more her priority this morning than an orgasm. Jumping up she managed to throw on some warm clothes and headed outside to take a walk before she had to get busy in the kitchen.