She's all I've dreamed of for years, but she's my employee...and around her, I turn into a stuttering teenage boy.
Weâve been dancing around each other for years. Itâs not a dance Iâm proud of. The day we met, I fell out of my chair. Now, weâre stuck in this repeating pattern: she corners me, I freeze then I bolt. Iâm 33 years old and I should be able to handle a woman better than this.
But sheâs not just any woman. Sheâs tough, smart, and her curves make my legs numb.
Oh yeah, sheâs also my employee.
But when I finally work up the nerve to talk to her, I stick my foot in my mouth. Then that night, when her world is touched by violence, I firmly lodge my foot all the way into my throat.
Now Iâll do anything to fix what Iâve broken. Iâm working to contain the aftermath of that night, and I have a plan to woo her (yes, I said woo). And my plan was working. Slowly, steadily, she was coming to me.
Then my brothers decided to âhelpâ us along and now weâre stranded at a tiny motel in the middle of nowhere, in a snowstorm.
And thereâs only one bed.
When we get out of here, Iâm going to murder my brothers. Then Iâm going to make damn sure the threats against her are handled. Because even though Iâm a computer geek, I am more than capable of being the man she needs.
I just hope I donât run out of time before I can show her.