“Until we get you suited up properly, we probably shouldn’t have you operating anything either,” he says, giving me a quick look over.
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” I ask, sitting back and taking a look at my outfit.
I had no idea what to wear, so I settled on some black cargo pants and an oversized black sweatshirt.
He’s wearing faded jeans and a t-shirt under a beige Carhartt jacket.
“Your shoes should be steel-toe, and don’t even get me started on how hot you’re going to be wearing that sweater.” He shakes his head, as though I should know all of this.
“Well, sorry,Boss.I’ll do better next time,” I say sharply.
His eyes glance over at me, flashing a familiar look at me, making my stomach dip.
I’m sure he’s really wanting to put me in my place right about now. The thought of that sends heat up my spine.
I wonder what he wishes he could do to me.
I focus my attention out the window. “If I get too hot, I can always take it off—”
“No.” He cuts me off. “You’ll be keeping your clotheson.”
I look over at him.Okay. That’s an interesting response.
“I’m just saying, I have a sleeveless shirt under here. I can just—” I hook my fingers under the hem of my sweatshirt and attempt to peel it off. Before I can, his hand closes around my wrist, firm, locking me in place.
My gaze drops to where his fingers wrap around my skin. My breath stutters at the sight. At the feel.
Too many memories crash in all at once. Of him, gripping me just like this, as he brought me to the edge of no return.
It’s not a want. It’s aneed.
“Noah,stop,” he orders. His rough voice is stern and serious. I can feel my dick twitch in my pants.
“But—” I open my mouth to fight back, but before I do, he silences me yet again.
“We’re here,” he says, peeling in behind a few other cars. “Just…stick beside me today. Don’t wander off.”
He unclips his seatbelt, grabs a notebook and a lunchbox from the backseat, and quickly removes himself from the truck. It’s like he can’t get out fast enough.
***
“Hey boss, where should I put this plywood?” A man, who looks a little older than I am, comes up to us as soon as we walk in.
“Uh, second floor, for now,” Brad says, stepping inside and making room for me. “Ethan, this is my…uh…Veronica’s son. He’s going to be helping us out,” Brad says, stumbling over his words. “Noah, this is Ethan, our Crew leader.” He clears his throat awkwardly. “He helps me…uh—manage the crew.”
“Yeah, I got that,” I mutter.
“Wow. I didn’t know Veronica had a son.” Ethan’s eyes widen, looking me over. “You’re like,full-grown.Wild. Nice to meet you.” He goes to shake hands, but quickly realizes his hands are full with the plywood.
I give him an awkward wave. “No worries. Yeah, fully reached adult status.” I smile. “It’s nice to meet you too.”
He nods, smiles, and walks off.
“Uh, I’ll get you to meet everyone as they come in. But, for now, I’ll show you around the place.” Brad says, leading the way.
He takes me around the ground level first. Metal scraps, wooden shavings, and other debris cover the ground, but I can tell by the open floor plan and spacious rooms that this will be a beautiful build.
We make our way through the kitchen area, where blueprints are laid out on the countertop.
