by JL Davis
Copyright © 2017 by J.L. Davis
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FIGHT
Copyright ©2017 by J.L. Davis
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It’s so warm and relaxing, then I hear his voice telling me to come to him, to get on top of him and ride him hard. I look up, confused. How did he get into the hot tub and I didn’t notice him? Why is he even here? How am I naked? None of this makes any sense. I make my way over to him and look up at his face. Where is it? What the hell is going on? I’m starting to freak the fuck out. My heart is pounding as I look at this faceless man in front of me.
I’m startled awake by my phone ringing. What the fuck was that? I look at my phone and see it’s Jessa, my bff, or was, because she’s calling at seven-thirty in the morning on a Sunday. She’d better be dying.
“Hello,” I croak.
“I’ve been thinking about the wedding. I want you to be my maid of honor. Will you?” She blurts, not even taking a breath.
“Are you seriously calling me this early to ask me that? What the hell, Jessa? I thought that was a given. Of course, I will. Now please, let me go back to sleep and I’ll call you later, okay?”
“Sorry, not sorry. Fine miss grouchy bitch. Call me later,” she says and hangs up. I hope I didn’t hurt her feelings. I know she’s excited and all. She just got engaged to my uncle Alex last weekend and I’m so happy for them, but fuck I’m tired.
They make the perfect couple, and it’s all thanks to me. I gave Alex her number to clean his house while she was in school. They’ve helped each other get through some stuff and are so in love. The rest is history. Now Jessa works at Alex’s construction company with me in the office. I’m so glad to have the extra help. It makes my life a lot easier. She’s also become my best friend.
Now back to that dream. What the hell was that? The man sounded like Nathan. Why would I be dreaming about him and why didn’t he have a face? Nathan is a salesman at the construction company and is fucking hot, but gets on my last nerve. He’s tall, has broad shoulders, is very muscular with tattoos going down his arms. I’ve sometimes wondered where else he might have them. I try not to think about him too much, though. I’d like to punch him in the face every time he sits on the edge of my desk to flirt with me. Jessa says I should give him a chance. Hell, no!
Last weekend when we were all at Alex’s for the proposal, he’d brought some slut with him as his date. She was an uppity bitch who thought she was better than everyone. Well, I felt that she was. Jessa said she was sweet and I was just jealous. Please. If I wanted him, I could have already had him. He’s not really my type, though. I prefer the ones that seem to be what your father would choose. The ones that can’t find a G-spot to save their life. The ones that leave me so close to orgasming, but never delivers. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t have daddy issues. My dad was always there. I don’t look for my father’s approval, per se.
Anyway, by the time the slut left the engagement party I was tipsy and had let my guard down. Nathan and I had sat together and talked for a while. I don’t remember what we talked about and he hasn’t brought it up, so I left it alone. I’m sure I said something stupid or embarrassing or maybe mean to him. That’s just like me. I say what’s on my mind or how I feel and if you don’t like it, then too bad for you is all I can say. Jessa says I have no filter. I guess I’d have to agree with her.
I never could go back to sleep, thinking about that stupid dream. It’s been a productive day. I got all my laundry caught up and even cleaned my house. Jessa had raved about some smut book, so I finally caved yesterday and bought it. After I finished what I needed to do, I sat down to start it. I’ve been reading it all evening. I can’t put it down. I’m not a big reader, but this is amazing. I don’t like that it’s making me needy for companionship. I pry it from my fingers to shower and pick it right back up and heading to bed, even falling asleep with it in my hands. I won’t tell Jessa that.
I wake up with big, muscular, tattooed arms wrapped around my waist. I smell his masculine scent and feel his breath on my neck. I’m scared to roll over. I’m scared to see who’s in bed with me. I finally do and I’m face to face with a sleeping Nathan. He looks so different when he’s sleeping. He’s quiet for once, looks peaceful even. I like this side of him. He’s not talking. I stare at him for a few moments. I reach my hand up, running my fingers along his face. He stirs and opens his eyes, looking at me and then smiles. He starts to open his mouth and then my fist goes into it.
My alarm blares and I scramble to shut it off. Another dream of Nathan. I don’t know what to make of that one, either. Punching him in the mouth was pretty awesome though. I don’t have time to make sense of it this morning. I need to get ready for work. I wish I was on vacation, on a beach somewhere with a hot cabana boy bringing me drinks, the sand between my toes, and a cool breeze blowing. Ugh, but instead I’m having to go to work. I do love my job, don’t get me wrong. It’s just I need a break from it all. I am gonna request a vacation soon, before things get all crazy with Alex and Jessa’s wedding stuff.
I unlock the door, turn on the lights, set my things down on my desk and fire up my laptop. It’s going to be a busy week. We have several jobs breaking ground and a few new potential clients coming in to meet with Alex. I’m so proud of him. He’s building this business bigger and better than his father had when he owned it.
The door beeps and in walks Jessa, looking way too chipper for a Monday morning. I don’t even want to think about why she’s so happy. I hope it’s only because of that big rock on her finger.
“Good morning,” she chirps. “I brought you a coffee,” she says, walking over to my desk. Jessa is definitely a morning person; something I am not.
“Thanks, bitch. Where’s Alex?”
“He’s not feeling well.” She grins.
“Ugh. I don’t even wanna know.” I roll my eyes. She laughs and walks over to her desk, firing up her
laptop. An hour later the rest of the employees start filing in and out, heading to job sites.
Nathan walks through the door and isn’t his annoying self. He walks straight back to his office, not saying a word and slams his door. Jessa looks up with a raised eyebrow. “What’s up your boyfriend’s ass?”
“Shut the fuck up. He’s not my boyfriend. Go see if you’re that interested,” I counter. I am a little curious, just a little. He didn’t even look at me.
A few minutes later he comes out and Jessa and I are both watching him as he approaches. “Sorry about that, ladies.”
“Holy fuck! What happened to you?” I ask, looking at the black eye he has. I can’t
help it. I crack up laughing. Did my dream somewhat come true?
“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Nathan says, quickly changing the subject. “I need the specs for the job on Markham.” There is something definitely wrong with him.
“Are you ok?” Jessa asks. She’s for sure the sweet one of the two of us.
“Yeah. I’ll be okay. There’s just a lot going on right now.” He sighs.
“If you need the day off, I’m sure we can handle it here for you.” Jessa offers.
“Thanks, Jessa. I need to go check on this job today and put in a few more bids.”
I hand him the file, looking at his eye and he walks out without another word.
“What do you think happened to him?” Jessa asks, watching him through the window.
“I don’t know. He is such a private man. Maybe that crazy ex punched him?” I laugh.
“What is she like?”
“She’s beautiful, but bat shit crazy. Most of them are,” I laugh. “Look at Megan Fox. She’s hot and nuts.”
“And you,” Jessa snorts. I flip her off and smile, blowing her a kiss. “Seriously, though, why aren’t they together?”
“I don’t really know. She would call a lot checking to see if he was here and even asked me once over the phone if I was fucking him. She’s a jealous bitch. I’m not sure why she divorced him though.”
“Oh. She divorced him?”
“Yep. She did and has custody of their son somehow. I don’t get it.”
“Something’s off then. He seems nice enough, he’s responsible and has a great job. I still wonder how he affords that car though.”
“Girl, me, too. He’s a mystery.”
The rest of the day is busy and productive. It’s now five-thirty and I need to reply
to a few more emails and then go home for a nice soak in my hot tub.
“Okay. I’m heading out,” Jessa says, grabbing her purse. “You need me for anything before I go?
“Nah. I’m good. I’ll be leaving soon, too.”
“Okay, then. I’ll see ya in the morning,” Jessa says.
“Later, bitch.” I smile at her as she walks to the door and flips me off. I’m rubbing off on her for sure.
Now that I’m alone I reach under my shirt and remove this burden of a bra. I was not lacking at all in that department. I hate them.
“Need some help with that?” Nathans deep voice surprises me and I throw it at him not thinking.
“What the fuck, Nathan. Don’t sneak up on me,” I say, covering myself.
He chuckles. “I didn’t. I walked in as Jessa left. I just assumed you saw me.”
“Um, no. Now turn around so I can put the damn thing back on.”
“No need. I’m just grabbing a file and heading home.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.”
“Brittany, you almost seem like you care,” he says, grabbing his chest.
“I wouldn’t go that far. That eye isn’t too good for business, though.”
“I think I look pretty bad ass actually,” he says, showing me that beautiful smile. “I think you approve, too,” He nods at my chest. I look down and see my nipples are hard, poking through my blouse. Damn them. I quickly cover up again and he chuckles walking back to his office. I’m mortified.
He comes back and I can’t help but be nosy. “Did your crazy ex give you that black eye?”
“Why would you think that?”
“I don’t know. Am I right?”
“Hardly.” He grins, sitting on the edge of my desk.
“Seriously, Nathan. Why do you have to piss me off? If my desk breaks, you’re buying me a new one. Get the fuck off.”
“I told you, I like to get under your skin. It’s fun. You’re so feisty. And I won’t break your desk by sitting on it. I could think of other ways to break it though,” he says, narrowing his eyes on me.
I won’t look at him. I’m not feeding into that. “So, you’re really not gonna tell me what happened?”
“Nope. Why do you want to know so bad?”
“I don’t know. You just don’t seem like the fighting type.” He laughs, like cracks up laughing. “What the fuck is so funny?”
“You. You don’t know me at all, but you think you have me all figured out.”
“I didn’t say that. Don’t put words in my fucking mouth. I clearly stated that I don’t take you as a fighter. The black eye and all. You must have pissed someone off. You don’t want to talk about it. Fine. I wouldn’t either, if I got my ass whooped.”
Nathan leans down, putting his hands on either side of me on my desk, eye level with me, he catches me off guard being so close. I gasp and can’t look away. His eyes are the most beautiful color green I’ve ever seen. They’re smoldering. He’s so close, and looking at my lips as if he’s going to kiss me; my heart begins to pound into my throat. Time seems to stand still. He looks into my eyes with a cheeky grin and says, “I never get my ass whooped, sweetheart.”
He stands. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He chuckles on the way out the door.
I release the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. That bastard. What the hell? Why did I just sit there? Why didn’t I push him away? Why didn’t I kiss him? Why the fuck am I thinking like this? I need to get a grip.
I guess Alex really wasn’t feeling well yesterday. Jessa just called in sick, too, or they just want to fuck all day. Great. I’m used to handling it all, though. Before Jessa came along, Alex hardly ever came in to work and I basically did everything anyways. I can handle it.
By lunch, I’ve gotten everything under control and I’m starving. I didn’t know I’d be here alone and didn’t pack a lunch. Fuck.
George, one of the salesman comes in. “Hello, Brittany. Where is everyone?”
“Hi, George. They’re sick today. I’m running the show. How’s Gretta and the kids?”
“They’re great. Thanks for asking.” He grabs a file. “I’ll see ya later.” He smiles, walking back out the door.
My stomach growls again. I feel so lightheaded right now. I needed to go to the store to stock the breakroom today. Damn it!
“Hi, Brittany.” Nathan comes in carrying a bag. “Are you hungry?”
“Fuck yes. I’m starved. Did you bring me something?”
“No, sorry. Only enough for me.”
My face falls. “Oh, okay.”
He chuckles. “I’m only kidding. Jessa said to bring lunch today.”
That chuckle of his, I swear he’s so masculine. But that laugh just makes me want to jump on him and shower him in kisses. I know exactly what Jessa’s doing. That sneaky bitch.
“Of course she did,” I mumble.
“What? Did you say something?”
“No. You’re hearing things.”
“Well I can just take it and eat it all by myself, then,” he says, rubbing his belly. My eyes fall to the movement of his hand, his polo shirt rising slightly and I see his Calvin Klein boxers and a hint of a six pack. He clears his throat. “Brittany.”
I look up and raise my chin. I’m not embarrassed he caught me. “What do you have?”
I nod toward the bag.
“Tacos. Do you like tacos?”
“Fuck yes,” I say, hurrying toward him and snatching the bag out of his hand.
“Hey. They’re not all yours,” he says, following behind me.
We both sit at the table and I spread everything out. I make a taco, take a big bite and moan my approval. Nathan’s watching me with wide eyes and a smile.
“Hungry?” He asks. I nod. He reaches over and wipes my chin with his thumb and I frown. “Uh, sorry you had some sour cream on your chin,” he says, licking his thumb clean. That was very erotic.
“Thanks,” I say, watching him as he makes his taco. “Your eye looks better today.” This feels weird. I haven’t had much time alone with him and don’t exactly know what to talk about.
“D
o I still look hot?”
“You really are an asshole. You know that?”
“Well, if I’m such an asshole maybe you shouldn’t be eating my tacos.” He reaches for the taco in my hand.
“Maybe you’re not as big an asshole as I thought.”
“Am I growing on you, Brittany?”
“You’re like the zit growing on my ass.”
“At least I’m on your ass.” He laughs.
“See, just an asshole and I don’t have a zit on my ass, by the way.” I shake my head.
“Are you sure? Maybe I should check to be certain?”
“Just eat your taco and shut up.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
We finish eating in awkward silence and I clean up afterwards, washing the plates and spoons in the sink. He comes up behind me and whispers in my ear causing me to jump. “Are you satisfied now?” I freeze, not knowing what to say. This never happens. I always have a comeback. What’s happening to me?
“Yes,” I sigh, turning around and wiping my wet hands all over his face. He grabs my wrists quickly, pinning me against the counter. My eyes go wide. I didn’t expect him to grab me so fast.
“That wasn’t very nice. You want me to get you wet?” I want to say yes. I want to so badly. I can’t. I won’t give him the satisfaction. I just stare at him. He stares back, neither of us saying a word. The only sound is our heavy breathing.
He looks at my mouth and then my eyes. He wants to. I want him to do it. I’m not making the first fucking move. I’ve hated him for so long. We can just say he’s finally wearing me down. He leans in slowly and my breath hitches. His lips touch mine slightly. I think he’s worried I’ll blacken his other eye for making a move on me. I lean into the kiss. His lips are so soft and quickly turn possessive. He pushes me farther into the counter and his tongue slides into my mouth. I tug on his hair pulling him closer to me and a moan escapes. Fuck he’s a good kisser. It could possibly be that I haven’t been kissed in a few months. Guys are assholes and I’m kissing one right now. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Nathan pulls away. We’re both breathing frantically. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” I look at him confused. Isn’t this what he’s wanted all along?