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Authors: Samantha Towle
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balcony. And, when I say standing on his balcony , I mean, he’s up on the stone railing.
Standing there, hands on his hips, face turned up to the morning sun.
He’s wearing black running shorts and a black T-shirt.
He looks like a god.
A mean god.
He moves down to sit on the edge of the railing, legs dangling. Then, he slides his butt off, putting his feet on the outer ledge, keeping ahold of the railing with his hands, so he’s standing on the wrong side of it. The not-so-safe side.
My heart starts to beat faster. My eyes are glued to him.
I watch as he casts another glance skyward. Then, without hesitation, he moves down into a crouch. One hand still on the railing, he slightly leans forward.
And jumps.
Noise pops in my ears, and I realize it’s my own voice screaming, “No!”
Then, I’m running toward him, my heart in my throat the whole time.
He’s going to die.
Oh my God, he’s going to die, and I don’t know CPR!
Why didn’t I learn CPR?
And why the hell did he just jump?
My mind is going a million miles a minute as I sprint toward him, my bag banging against my side.
And I watch in fascinated horror as Kas hits the grass, landing on his feet in an almost catlike way. The motion takes him down to a forward roll, and he’s back up on his feet in seconds.
What the…bloody fuck?
And I’m still running.
Kas turns his head, seeing me, and his stare brings my feet skidding to a stop.
There’s about thirty feet between us.
He watches me for a long moment, no hint of emotion on his face.
Then, the fucker grins.
He actually grins. And then he takes off running across the paddocks, heading for the forest at the back of the estate.
Me? I’m shaking like a leaf, my heart going ten to the dozen.
What the hell was that?
Trying to catch my breath, I put my hands on my hips and look up at the balcony. It’s about a twenty-foot drop, and he just jumped it, like it was nothing.
I’m just…I can’t believe he did that.
I need a coffee.
Well, a stiff drink would probably be nice, but as I can’t have that, I’ll go for a hit of caffeine.
Still feeling a little wobbly, I head around the house and let myself in the open front door. I hang my bag and coat up in the coat closet and make my way to the kitchen.
I see an envelope on the counter with my name on it. Picking it up, I open it and see money and my payslip inside.
It’s my wages. Not a full week, as I’ve only worked four days after starting on Tuesday, but it’s my first pay.
Weirdly, I get a little lump in my throat.
My boss might be an arse, but I have a paying job. Later on, I’ll be seeing Anne, and I will be one step closer to getting Jesse back.
Smiling, I fold the envelope up and put it in the pocket of my dress.
I work the fancy coffee machine they have and start brewing coffee, figuring Kas might want some when he gets back.
Because I sure as hell need some after that.
I pour myself a coffee and set about filling the dishwasher with Kas’s dinner plate and pans from last night. I set the dishwasher going and start cleaning down the stove, which he made a mess of, drinking my coffee while I work.
I’ve finished my coffee, and I’m just rinsing out my cup, thinking I’ll tackle Kas’s office while he’s still out. Then, the back door opens, and the man appears, like I conjured him up.
His hair is uncharacteristically ruffled up. A sheen of sweat is covering his skin, his damp T-shirt clinging to his body. The muscles on his arms are…wow, and his legs…sweet Jesus, they’re really toned.
Honestly, he’s never looked hotter.
I have this sudden image of going over to him. Getting down on my knees. Kissing my way up those legs, then pulling his running shorts down, and—
“Coffee?” I squeak out, quickly turning away, so he can’t see that I’m blushing.
What the hell is wrong with me? I don’t even like this guy.
He’s mean, and he jumps off his balcony, nearly giving his employee a heart
Standing there, hands on his hips, face turned up to the morning sun.
He’s wearing black running shorts and a black T-shirt.
He looks like a god.
A mean god.
He moves down to sit on the edge of the railing, legs dangling. Then, he slides his butt off, putting his feet on the outer ledge, keeping ahold of the railing with his hands, so he’s standing on the wrong side of it. The not-so-safe side.
My heart starts to beat faster. My eyes are glued to him.
I watch as he casts another glance skyward. Then, without hesitation, he moves down into a crouch. One hand still on the railing, he slightly leans forward.
And jumps.
Noise pops in my ears, and I realize it’s my own voice screaming, “No!”
Then, I’m running toward him, my heart in my throat the whole time.
He’s going to die.
Oh my God, he’s going to die, and I don’t know CPR!
Why didn’t I learn CPR?
And why the hell did he just jump?
My mind is going a million miles a minute as I sprint toward him, my bag banging against my side.
And I watch in fascinated horror as Kas hits the grass, landing on his feet in an almost catlike way. The motion takes him down to a forward roll, and he’s back up on his feet in seconds.
What the…bloody fuck?
And I’m still running.
Kas turns his head, seeing me, and his stare brings my feet skidding to a stop.
There’s about thirty feet between us.
He watches me for a long moment, no hint of emotion on his face.
Then, the fucker grins.
He actually grins. And then he takes off running across the paddocks, heading for the forest at the back of the estate.
Me? I’m shaking like a leaf, my heart going ten to the dozen.
What the hell was that?
Trying to catch my breath, I put my hands on my hips and look up at the balcony. It’s about a twenty-foot drop, and he just jumped it, like it was nothing.
I’m just…I can’t believe he did that.
I need a coffee.
Well, a stiff drink would probably be nice, but as I can’t have that, I’ll go for a hit of caffeine.
Still feeling a little wobbly, I head around the house and let myself in the open front door. I hang my bag and coat up in the coat closet and make my way to the kitchen.
I see an envelope on the counter with my name on it. Picking it up, I open it and see money and my payslip inside.
It’s my wages. Not a full week, as I’ve only worked four days after starting on Tuesday, but it’s my first pay.
Weirdly, I get a little lump in my throat.
My boss might be an arse, but I have a paying job. Later on, I’ll be seeing Anne, and I will be one step closer to getting Jesse back.
Smiling, I fold the envelope up and put it in the pocket of my dress.
I work the fancy coffee machine they have and start brewing coffee, figuring Kas might want some when he gets back.
Because I sure as hell need some after that.
I pour myself a coffee and set about filling the dishwasher with Kas’s dinner plate and pans from last night. I set the dishwasher going and start cleaning down the stove, which he made a mess of, drinking my coffee while I work.
I’ve finished my coffee, and I’m just rinsing out my cup, thinking I’ll tackle Kas’s office while he’s still out. Then, the back door opens, and the man appears, like I conjured him up.
His hair is uncharacteristically ruffled up. A sheen of sweat is covering his skin, his damp T-shirt clinging to his body. The muscles on his arms are…wow, and his legs…sweet Jesus, they’re really toned.
Honestly, he’s never looked hotter.
I have this sudden image of going over to him. Getting down on my knees. Kissing my way up those legs, then pulling his running shorts down, and—
“Coffee?” I squeak out, quickly turning away, so he can’t see that I’m blushing.
What the hell is wrong with me? I don’t even like this guy.
He’s mean, and he jumps off his balcony, nearly giving his employee a heart
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