She's all I've dreamed of for years, but she's my employee...and around her, I turn into a stuttering teenage boy.
Weβve been dancing around each other for years. Itβs not a dance Iβm proud of. The day we met, I fell out of my chair. Now, weβre stuck in this repeating pattern: she corners me, I freeze then I bolt. Iβm 33 years old and I should be able to handle a woman better than this.
But sheβs not just any woman. Sheβs tough, smart, and her curves make my legs numb.
Oh yeah,Β sheβs 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 Iβll do anything to fix what Iβve broken. Iβm 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 βhelpβ us along andΒ now weβre strandedΒ at a tiny motel in the middle of nowhere, in a snowstorm.
And thereβsΒ only one bed.
When we get out of here, Iβm going to murder my brothers. Then Iβm going to make damn sure the threats against her are handled. Because even though Iβm a computer geek, I am more than capable of being the man she needs.
I just hope I donβt run out of time before I can show her.