Page 4 of Merry Me Bad Boy
I’m tired of searching, and I’m determined to make this my last stop.
It takes all but two seconds before that breath of fresh air strolls toward me. Dark eyebrows lift as her eyes meet mine and unlike that gas station employee, she doesn’t look scared. More surprised if anything.
Before she can ask me what I want to order, she notices her sign flattened on the counter and that surprise doubles.
“I want the job,” I tell her, working hard to keep my priorities straight. Can’t go letting myself get distracted now.
Damn though, those two buns on her head look squeezable.
“Job?” she asks, blinking. Looking away from my face, she stares down at my hands. When I point a finger at her font work, I can see her swallow.
Maybe I do make her nervous. I can’t help it. My size and body art aren’t exactly something I can change.
Hazel-colored eyes lift and she bites down on that plump lip. “Any baking experience?”
No, not really. When it comes to cooking, I know how to make meals. When it comes to sweets, I don’t know a damn thing.
“I know how to work an oven,” I try. “I am sure you get truck orders, right? I can help with unloading. Hell, I’ll go pick up the ingredients myself.”
I’m not the kind of person to sound desperate, but this job is sounding more and more what I want. Even if it’s the one I am most unqualified for.
This woman is something else. I can’t help but notice the way she curls her fingers against the counter, looking around like she’s actually thinking and considering.
“The job calls for early hours. It’s quite demanding,” she warns like she wants to give me a chance to change my mind. “It’s not for most people.”
“Do I look like most people?” I ask with a lifted brow.
When those cheeks of hers turn a rosy shade, Ifeelit. A hunger I haven’t felt in a long time, if ever.
“No, no you do not.” She takes a breath, steadying herself. “If you apply–”
“Tell me you have paper applications,” I order, my words sounding more like a demand than a request. I can’t afford something as stupid as technology getting in my way this time around.
That rosy shade turns much deeper. Fuck me, I’m doomed. I’m going to need to go out and buy a computer, aren’t I?
Maybe Kade can let me use his. He has to own one with a business and all.
“Give me a moment and I’ll see what I can do.” Twisting around, the woman scurries off without another word.
Maybe she’s gone to call the cops and tell them that I am one demanding terrifying man. Or, maybe she’s trying to meet my needs.
Either way, I am not moving from my spot until she returns.
Breathing in, my chest rumbles in satisfaction.
Rather than tainting this place with some kind of heavy perfume, her scent is much sweeter. My mouth waters like I’m hovering over something delicious.
I don’t even know her name. Don’t know anything about her. Yet, I feel it. The need to stay close.
If this woman doesn’t hire me, I might as well go back to where I came from. Otherwise, I’m not going to be able to live in this place without feeling the need to see her daily.
She returns after ten minutes, face flushed with a paper in her hand. Apologizing for how long it took her, she offers the page.
“After you fill this out, bring it back and we can do an interview. While I can’t promise you the job, I can at least do that much.”
“Got a pen?” I ask, unmoving. I want that interview as soon as possible.
I’m a bastard if I make her miss the chance of hiring someone who is more qualified, but I don’t care.