Robin heard the office door swing open. Someone stepped up to speak to Cindy at the front desk. "There's a problem with my maintenance order."
Robin's body heated instantly. Jack Houston. She's been hearing him over the radio for the last week, but she'd yet to see him. His voice alone - low, gravely, seductive - sent waves of lust across her body. Whenever he was on the radio, she couldn't concentrate on anything else. She'd redone a maintenance request twice the day before thanks to the fantasies her mind conjured as he prepared for take-off.
Now he stood mere feet away, but Robin didn't dare look up. He couldn't possibly live up to her fantasy. She'd rather not have her image of a muscular, sex god ruined by reality.
"Robin's free. She's at the second desk."
Shit! Why hadn't she picked up the phone so she'd look busy.
Footsteps approaching her desk. From the sound of it, he was wearing cowboy boots - just like in her fantasies. She looked up.
If she hadn't been sitting down, she would have swooned. She'd guessed right on the boots and the tight jeans that hid nothing of his long legs and powerful thighs. The bulge between his thighs indicated he was every bit as well-endowed as she'd imagined. His worn blue work shirt was open at the neck, revealing tanned flesh.
His hair was pitch black He wore it closely-cropped but the slight wave in the front told her it would be a mass of curls if it grew out. His eyes were a deep blue, like the ocean on a cloudless day. Her heart slammed against her chest. He was a fantasy come to life. When he spoke, she bit her tongue to stifle a moan.
"I ordered some repair work yesterday. I expected it to be done when I arrived, but I'm told it hasn't been started yet."
Several agonizing seconds passed before she was able to perform basic functions like speech. "I-I'm sorry, Mr. Houston. I'll just need the um...order number so I can check on it."
His lips curled up as he handed her a crumpled, grease-stained piece of paper. Oh great, he was laughing at her. Her voice had disappeared again. All she could do was nod.
She forced herself to focus on the number. Slowly, as if she'd never used a keyboard before, she punched it into her computer. Fortunately, he remained silent as she worked, and she managed to track down the information he needed.
"I found you're order. It got misdirected."
"I expect the work to be done today." His tone told her he was used to people doing exactly what he said. Did he expect that kind of obedience in bed? The thought made her pussy cream. She barely kept herself from squeezing her legs together to give her clit the friction it craved,
"I'll write it up as an emergency order. If you take the slip to the front desk, Cindy will get it taken care of immediately."
"Thanks." The low roll of his voice made her nipples tighten. How could such an everyday word sound so sexy?
She pulled an emergency work order from a tray on her desk and began filling it out, thankful she didn't have to look him in the eye. As she filled in the blanks, a wicked idea came to her. It was foolish to think he'd be interested in her, but she'd been telling herself she needed to take more chances. Her life was far too predictable. She ripped a piece of paper from a notepad and wrote her mane and number on it.
She handed him the transfer order. "Take this to the front." Then she handed him her number. "Use this if you need anything else." She did her best to give the words their intended tone of innuendo.
His eyes widened. Then he gave her a smile that could have melted her into the floor. "I will." Electric heat raced to her pussy. She didn't have the sense to smile back. All she could do was stare as he turned and walked away, jeans molded perfectly to his tight ass.
She continued to watch as he talked to Cindy. Robin noted that he folded the paper with her number on it and put it in his pocket. At east he hadn't thrown it away...yet.
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The phone rang, startling Robin awake. She glanced at the clock. Eleven. Not that late. She felt like she'd been asleep for hours but it had been less than thirty minutes. She grabbed the phone off her nightstand. "Hello."
"Will you be working tomorrow?"
The speaker had no need to identify himself. No one else's voice could heat her body like that. with a few words.
"Yes."
"When do you get off?"
Whenever you come by my desk. "Five thirty. When the office closes."
"Don't leave without me.." He hung up without another word.
She supposed she should be annoyed by his gruffness. He hadn't even bothered to wait for an answer, for god's sake, but his arrogance only fueled her lust. Her body throbbed in anticipation of seeing him again. She wanted him, even if it was nothing more than a night of dirty sex. It would be the greatest thrill she'd experienced a long time.
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