Unexpected Love

Chapter 17 - Bailey

Nobody told me owning a small business would be this difficult. Nobody said it would involve this much paper work. I stand in the middle of my store and look around at the progress the construction crew, had made.

Everything was finished, we were waiting on the glass display piece to be delivered and a few remaining tables. Then I could get started on the menu. Walking forward I stand in the doorway of my office, staring at the finished product. Which was now ready for me to work in, and it was very beautiful.

Just staring at the finished pink and white walls put a smile on my face. The white tiles, sparkle from the white lights above.

My desk sat in the middle of the room. The desk matched the color scheme. It was white and filled with piles of not-so-pleasing, paperwork that Greyson insisted needed to be taken care of.

Why he couldn't do them himself was beyond me. I mean he did own the store, we were basically partners, which meant he also could help out with said papers. When he came in and dropped them off my desk, he walked in tall and confident. And told me about this wonderful thing called a balance sheet and insisted he couldn't do any of it because he wasn't simply a sit-down and sign papers thing.

I wasn't paying attention to anything he was saying, too focused on the close proximity we were in. Not as close as we were when we were at home. He was standing in front of me, in his firefighter uniform screaming sex appeal. I wanted him to take me right there on my perfectly clean and new desk. My gaze fell to the very obvious bulge in his black sweats, and when he notices my staring, he moves forward and tips my chin up, making eye contact. "Don't start something you don't want me to finish," he says watching me flush red. His thumb brushes against my bottom lip, a shudder goes down my spine and, he feels it because he leans in close, his breath fanning against my ear. "Soon," he says and pops the stack of papers on my desk, and with a wide grin, he leaves. I was horny and left with a stack of paperwork that needed to be done and signed. I was not made for paperwork. Especially this being my first time being a boss. Was I the boss?

I don't know.

I walk over to the small desk and sit in my spiny chair, tipping my head back I stare at the checkered ceiling. The bell that was above the door that we recently installed dings with a sound. I get on my feet assuming it was Riley, and hoping it was Greyson. Leaving the backroom, I push open the white door and am met with a man I don't recognize. He stands in the middle of my store narrowing his eyes threatingly at me.

"Can I help you?" I ask my voice loud and unwavering. He turns and I get a very good look at him. He was tall with a potbelly. His head was vacant of any hair but full of tattoos. There was a giant skull tattooed in the middle of his head, and more tattoos dark and scary went from his neck to his thick arms.

He smiles at me teeth yellow and eyes scary. "Bailey Walker just the woman I was looking for." His voice was gruff and sounds as if he'd smoked a pack of cigarettes before coming here. My heart starts beating irregularly and my breathing rapid. He looked so familiar I couldn't pin-point where I'd seen him from.

"Um. I-I'm not open for business yet. You can come to the opening after new years. Two months from now" I tell him my voice slightly nervous because I was scared. My hands started twitching and I was trying to recall where I put my phone.

"I'm not looking for a cupcake, sweetheart." He grins a malicious one. A shiver runs down my spine, I only liked when Greyson called me sweetheart. He takes a few steps towards me and that's when I notice the beige bat hanging from his left arm, swaying.

"I'm looking for your daddy," he says still moving towards me in slow steps, every step he takes I take one back. "You see he owes me a bit of money." He finishes. Standing directly in front of me, my back flushed against the far wall.