Deciding to finish the bottle, I’m unaware that the office door is opening. “Knock, knock,” I hear, jumping from my seat and you guessed it, bottle of water now down my flannel shirt;fuck my life.
“Shit!” I shout, trying to pull my shirt away from my skin now soaked with freezing cold liquid.
Looking up towards the intruder, I see it’s him. I gawp again, for the second day in a row.
“Nice to see that potty mouth of yours hasn’t changed much.” Maverick leans against the wall with a shit-eating grin.
“What are you doing here?” I manage out, reaching for a towel I keep on the side, I attempt to dry my now very wet chest. I’ve never felt gladder to bewearing a bra.
I’m correct. He’s now stalking me.
“I… uhm,” He starts, looking as sheepish as he did yesterday.
I look at him.
Damn, he looks better in the day light.
Although that purple bruise forming under his eye wasn’t there yesterday.
I quickly push the thought to the side. Focus Mabel. He completely fucked you over.
“Cat got ya’ tongue?” I smirk back at him, placing the towel onto my desk, it hasn’t helped.
“Sorry.” He runs his hand through his hair.
That jawline.
Jesus, Mabel, stop it.
Seeing him again, the box in my memory begins to open up, the thoughts flooding back as if on autopilot in his presence.
“How can I help you?” I ask sitting myself up into a more respectable position, trying to break some of the tension. This is my ranch; my office and I need to stay professional.
“Oh, Colter told me to come up here,” He starts.
His accent’s changed.
“I assumed it would’ve be your Mama in here but…” He decides to take a seat opposite me.
“Yeah, well, a lot has changed.” I shrug out, interrupting him. I feel his eyes on me, the tinglestill very much there after all of these years. I look down at my laptop before realising something.
This is my office, and he has come into my space.
“How can I help you?” I say again more firmly this time, emphasising my southern charm, lifting my head to meet his gaze.
“Um, well, Colter told me to come up here to fill out the paperwork for employment,” He raises his hand to run through his hair. The blonde curls haven’t changed at least.
Hold on…
I pause, my gaze deep into his soul, startled by his response.
Sorry, did he just say employment?
You have got to be fucking kidding me.
“Colter, sent you up here, for employment paperwork?” I repeat his question with raised eyebrows.
Oh, my brother’s going to get it later.
