Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
“Scythe has chickens? I have so much to learn about you and your Devil Daddies friends.”
“I can’t wait to share everything with you.”
Chapter 8
Surviving the return to reality on Monday, Honey had thrown herself into work to keep her mind from wandering back to how incredible sex was with Razor. Did people actually feel all that—like every time? It couldn’t be a fluke, could it?
Missing him made heading back to the factory even worse. Mondays were always a challenge for Honey. What was she thinking? Every day was hard at work.
Her boss’s footsteps pounded down the hallway and she ducked her head down to concentrate on her computer screen. Honey had found over the years it was best to limit her eye contact with him. Al Reynolds couldn’t be the worst boss in the world, but he had to be in the top thousand.
“Did the Chinese manufacturer call?” he bellowed.
“No, sir. We haven’t heard from him.” She glanced at the clock, doing math in her head to calculate what time it was in China. There was no way the factory was open now. “Shall I write them an email?”
“You should have sent that a week ago,” he announced, pressing his fists into the top of her desk as he leaned over her laptop. Mr. Reynolds loved intimidation in all forms.
Honey glided her chair back slightly to look up at him without craning her neck. “I’m sorry, sir. I should have stated that differently. ‘Would you like me to follow up on my previous email to see where the supplies are?’”
“Of course I do.” He stood and stomped to his office, muttering, “I shouldn’t have to ask you to do your job.”
Honey controlled her impulse to roll her eyes. She assumed her boss had hidden cameras in her office to spy on her. Since the company’s president had installed his son-in-law, Al Reynolds, in this position, the unpleasant newcomer had repeatedly searched for reasons to fire her. The tension of living on a tightrope didn’t help her health or happiness.
She crossed her fingers, hoping that somehow, some way, the people above them would pick up on his negative effect on the business. It hadn’t happened yet, but Honey had hope.
By the end of the day, she dragged herself out to her car and headed home, ready to curl up on her couch with Beatrice, her stuffie, and a plate of lasagna. She’d almost taken it to work for lunch but hadn’t wanted to deal with her boss’s complaints about the smell. After parking her car, she dropped her forehead down on the steering wheel to gather energy for the walk inside. What a Monday!
A loud rap on her window made her jolt back against the seat. Surely the neighbors hadn’t come over to talk to her about the noise. Her face was already heating as she turned to see a silver fox smiling at her through the window. Her silver fox.
“Razor,” she said, staring at him.
“Daddy. Unlock your door, Little girl.”
Quickly, she reached for the release. As it popped open, he stepped back to guide the barrier between them away. “What are you doing here?”
“You didn’t answer my text, so I drove over to check on you.”
“You sent me a message. I’m sorry, Razor. I had a crazy day.”
“Daddy. And I understand. Would you like to spend some time together, or are you too tired? There’s not a wrong answer to that by the way.”
She held her hand out, and Razor smoothly pulled Honey to her feet. He leaned in to grab her purse and pastry-inspired lunch box. “Cupcakes. Cute. You did eat something other than dessert for lunch today, didn’t you?”
“Yes. I took a sandwich and an apple.”
He lifted the box, and they both heard a rattle from inside. “I’m betting that’s not the sandwich you didn’t eat.”
Honey laughed. Hopefully, no sandwich clunked that loudly. “I wanted to have lasagna but figured my boss would complain.”
“That you hadn’t taken him a portion?” Razor asked, raising a questioning eyebrow.
“No, about the smell. He’s a total jerk about anything I heat in the microwave.”
“Could you go somewhere else to eat lunch? Isn’t there a staff lounge?” His brow furrowed in concern.
“Yes, but then I’m too far away when he needs me,” Honey explained.
“He is a total jerk. I messaged to invite you to dinner. Perhaps you’d rather have lasagna tonight?”
“I’d adore having your cheesy concoction again. It’s so good. There’s lots left. You made a whole pan. Come join me. You can tell me what happened at work.”
“I’d love to have your company. We’ll go out another night.”
Honey smiled at him. She liked he assumed they’d spend a lot of time together. Razor stepped closer and lowered his lips to hers. She leaned into the kiss, and the stress of the day melted away as he stroked a hand up her spine to cup the back of her head.