She cocked her head and squinted. “Rich asshole.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, clinging to his chest. He knew his jealousy was showing like an illuminated sign.
“So? Are we on a time crunch or do you have time for a tour?”
Shit!The place was forty minutes away and closed at eight. He was cutting it close considering how large the warehouse was and all it had in stock. Jonah took too long to answer. It was as if she read his mind. Roxanne stepped back and winked. “Raincheck on the tour. Just give me a minute to get my things.”
Fuck!
“We've got a little time.”
Liar!
Roxanne glanced over her shoulder, eyeing him.
“No, we don’t. You can see it another time. You’re not going anywhere, right?”
No.He’d stay as long as she’d let him.
“Besides, we need to grab the perfectwood.” Her sultry smile had his jeans tightening. “What if someone else gets thewoodyou want?”
Much like her brother Bogs, she thoroughly enjoyed using the word wood in every reference to his projects. Joking and teasing were second nature with Roxanne, and he welcomed it.
“You love saying that, don’t you?”
Roxanne laughed and rushed down the hall.
This was all happening fast, and everything in his head was telling him to slow down. But he couldn’t. Roxanne had become a drug of sorts. An addiction. He wanted and needed her.
But in the back of his mind, a dark cloud was looming.
If it’s too good to be true, it probably is.
Chapter Fourteen
Roxanne was sitting at the kitchen table, finalizing the details for the Rollins event. Only a few more weeks and she’d be rid of this woman forever. She had her laptop set up and papers spread across the table, taking up every inch of space.And it’s not even mine.Jonah insisted on her coming over and said she could work at his place. It would’ve been easier to stay in the office, but she wanted to be with him. It marked the third night in a row she stayed over. The last time, she’d brought over a change of clothes and went to work straight from his house.
None of the boys seemed to mind. Not even Cord, though he wasn’t happy with her when she took the last onion bagel. Apparently, his favorite too. Roxanne made a point to replenish the bagels the following day and bought extra onion. That seemed to appease him. If her presence was bothersome to either of them, they were very good at hiding it.
“I’ll clean this up in ten minutes, I promise,” she said, transferring the seating chart to the main file.
“No offense, but I got bigger plans than hanging out with my brother and his girlfriend on a Friday night,” Cord said.
Jonah nudged Cord out of the way and passed by the table. “Take your time. We’ll order food when you’re done.”
Cord scoffed. “Bro, you sound like an old married couple saying shit like that.”
Roxanne smiled. Was that such a bad thing? She zoned out of the brothers' banter as it continued. Roxanne was focused on getting her work done as quickly and efficiently as possible.
She wasn’t even aware of the swinging door from the hallway opening until she heard Holden’s voice.
“What do you think? Blue or gray?” Holden asked.
“Blue,” Jonah and Cord spoke in unison.
“No, not you guys.” Holden paused. “Rox?”
She glanced up to find him standing in front of the table, holding up two shirts on hangers. “Which one?”
They were similar shirts with different collars. Both colors could work on Holden. She cocked her head to the side. She needed more information to make a final decision.
