MANFAX (Winters Brothers Book 2) by Jacob Chance

Author:Jacob Chance [Chance, Jacob]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-10-21T16:00:00+00:00

“Fuck,” I mutter to myself as I hurry along the sidewalk. Since I left home, the sky has opened up. Rain pours down forcefully, pelting my umbrella, and the powerful wind shoves me side to side in a drunken gait—which isn’t easy while wearing heels.

The parking area reserved for the building my office is in was repaved yesterday, and the cones are still blocking the entrance. Finding an open meter to park at on this street is a crapshoot. I drove around the block three times before one opened up. Unfortunately, it’s a decent distance from my building.

A gust of air hits and my trusty umbrella turns upward, flipping inside out. I stop and try to fix it, but the metal pieces have snapped in several places.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The torrential downpour pounds my head, face, and shoulders with sharp, cold pinpricks. I sputter as the water slides from the tip of my nose to my lips. Strings of sopping hair hang in my face. Pushing them back with my one free hand, the useless umbrella dangles from the other.

I start progressing forward once more. It seems like forever when my hand closes around the door handle and I escape into the lobby.

Throwing my piece of shit umbrella down on the floor, like a spoiled brat who didn’t get their way, I’m tempted to stomp on it in anger. Too bad I’m occupied with trying to get the wall of sodden hair away from my blurry eyes.

When I finally make some semblance of order out of my hair and swipe my hands under my eyes, I notice Adam. Standing off to the side of the lobby with his arms crossed over his wide chest, he watches with his ever present smirk twitching the corner of his full lips. He’s the last person I want witnessing me at my low moment. Frustrated and annoyed beyond belief, I’m barely holding the tears at bay. I throw my arms straight out at each side, yelling, “Do you like what you see, asshole?”

His gaze skims over my face before trailing lower, hovering on my chest. He tips his head to the side and grins. “It works for me.”

Glancing down, I notice that the light blue blouse I’m wearing has become almost transparent from the rain. I might as well be standing in only my bra. A maniacal laugh slips from my lips before I spit, “Just. Fucking. Perfect.” I should’ve stayed in bed this morning.

Adam comes toward me, stripping off his black Winters Custom Renovations shirt.

Even my shitty mood can’t keep me from stealing a glimpse of his chest and shoulders.

“Roxanne, it’s okay. We got this,” he reassures me. “Let’s get this shirt on you, so you can get up to your office and dry off.” He holds each side of the neck opening.

Dumbfounded, I stare up at him. “But what about you?”

“I always keep an extra shirt with me. Never know when you might need a makeshift bandage.” He winks.

I don’t say another word

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