He turned around, not at all surprised to find the little cocoa addict leaning against the doorway, sipping the cocoa that he was tempted to snatch away from her.
“You need to have the trailer towed out of here,” Connor explained in what he thought was a reasonable tone.
“No,” she simply said.
“Move it or I’ll tow it myself!” Connor snapped.
“Not happening,” Rory said, taking a sip of her cocoa.
“Yes, it is,” he said, getting in her face.
“It’s so sad that you think that you can push me around,” Rory said, patting his cheek condescendingly before she stepped past him.
“You’re going to have to move your trailer, Rory. I need my office,” Connor bit out through clenched teeth.
“So do I,” she said.
“What for?” he demanded, tossing his shit on the small loveseat by the door.
“To work, what else?”
“To fetch my drinks and be at my beck and call?” Connor asked, shaking his head. “Nope, you don’t need an office for that. All you need is a little chair in the corner and I think we can manage that.”
“Be at your beck and call?” Rory repeated, sounding really fucking amused and pissing him off.
Why in the hell did she think that he was joking about something like that?
“Yup, and if you do a good job, I might just let you wash my truck,” Connor said, feeling generous this morning.
“How long have you been this delusional?” Rory asked as she leaned over to grab something from one of her desk drawers.
“About a month, give or take a few weeks,” Connor mumbled distractedly as he watched one of the first fantasies he’d ever had come to life.
Was he dead? Connor wondered, but quickly decided that he really didn’t care as Rory pulled off her black tee-shirt and tossed it aside like it was nothing, revealing a flat, lightly tanned stomach that he’d love to lick, kiss, and caress. He swallowed hard as he took in the tight-fitting black sports bra with the large breasts that threatened to spill out.
He should probably care, or at least, wonder why she was stripping in front of him, but he didn’t. The only thing that mattered was that she was, in fact, stripping in front of him and none of the fantasies that he’d had over the years about her body were even close to the real thing.
“Rory, I-” her secretary started to say as he walked into the office.
With a muttered curse for interrupting his fantasy come to life, Connor shoved the man out of the room and slammed the door shut in his face before turning a glare on Rory.
She frowned at him as she pulled on a gray Shadow Construction tank top. “What was that about?”
“What the hell is wrong with you stripping in front of your employees like that?” Connor demanded, barely resisting the urge to yell at the woman.
Rory rolled her eyes as she fixed her ponytail. “It’s just a sports bra, Connor. Nothing to get excited about,” she said, and he just barely stopped himself from correcting her.
“You shouldn’t be stripping in front of your employees. What if he sues?” Connor demanded, barely reigning in his temper when all he wanted to do was throttle the woman for covering up.
“I would never sue!” her secretary yelled from behind the door. “I’m willing to sign a waiver!”
“Go away!” Connor snapped, in no mood for this bullshit. They had work to do and if Rory decided that she’d be more comfortable wearing something else, then he would just have to suck it up and be a gentleman while she changed her shirt again.
“I need to get to work,” Rory said, stepping around the desk and walked towards him, “so unless you can walk and bitch at the same time, I’d say that this conversation is over.”
Connor leaned back against the door, blocking her only exit. “You’re not leaving until we get a few things settled.” He crossed his arms over his chest as he glared down at her, hoping that for once in her life that she’d act like a woman and be intimidated enough to do as he asked, but of course, he was an idiot for even considering it. With a small sigh, she reached up and latched onto both of his nipples and twisted.
Shit!
