Hard Ball by Heather Stone

Hard Ball by Heather Stone

Author:Heather Stone [Stone, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wintersgate Press
Published: 2017-03-31T16:00:00+00:00


Reed

“Why, Reed? I just don’t get it! We’re good together,” Monica whines in her most annoying valley girl voice. And she wonders why I don’t take her seriously.

I groan, running my hands down my face. This is why my life is not roses. The aftermath. Although, this time, I’m really the one to blame. I know better than to fuck the employees. It causes a whole slew of issues.

“Mona—”

“Monica!” she screams at me.

“Right. Anyway, can’t you see I’m a little busy here?” I shuffle the invoices I was attempting to pay, hoping she’ll get the point that this conversation is done.

No such luck.

“You bas—”

She’s cut off by a knock at the door. “Come in,” I call out.

Bailey walks in looking a bit awkward. It’s cute. “Um, Damon said you wanted to see me?” She rocks back and forth on her toes, looking very uncomfortable.

“Yes, come in, Bailey. We were just finishing up here.”

“This talk is just getting started,” Monica says in her most saccharine voice. She looks to Bailey offering a small smile laced with venom. She probably thinks Bailey is my new conquest. That’s what I get for fucking with the help.

I have to start having one of my bouncers patrol who gets up here.

Bailey stands just inside the door wringing her hands together. She actually looks a bit annoyed which is funny to me. “Am I keeping you from something, Miss…” I let that hang out there. Of course, I know her name. After my shower last night, I immediately began researching our Miss Jameson, but the information I could find on her was nil. Other than her places of residence for the past five years and a clean background check, there wasn’t much.

The truth is, I know absolutely nothing about this girl.

“Jameson. My last name is Jameson, Mr. Lawson.” The way she says my name makes my dick harden. Her tiny voice belied the strength she tried to exude, and I decide to have a little fun at Miss Jameson’s expense.

“Bailey, the only time I want to hear ‘Mr. Lawson’ come from your mouth is when you’re handcuffed to my bed, understood?”

Her mouth hits the floor, and I can’t help but grin just a little. This girl is a conundrum of opposing vibes. She has this hard edge but she also has innocent tells. It’s endearing but confusing. Is she a tiger or a kitten? I’m thoroughly perplexed.

She doesn’t say a word, only nods in answer.

“Bailey? Do you understand? Use your words.” I’m a condescending asshole.

“Yeah… Yes, I understand,” she says, clearly confused and utterly petrified.

I decide to throw her a bone. “Call me Reed. So, how is Damon doing with your training?”

She tilts her head to the side, studying me. “Just like that? You’re going to go from talk of tying me up to, ‘Hey, Bailey, how’s your training?’”

I throw my head back and laugh. I compose myself before my eyes scan over her body. She’s taller than I first thought. About 5’8” would be my guess.



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