He could smell her coming before he saw her. Lauren Caulley smelled like a blessing should smell. She was the happiest thing in the entire building. He knew her optimism would appear even when her brow wrinkled with worry. She was a good-looking girl. He called her a girl because she was barely twenty-one years old. She was caramel brown, tall, and looked like a model, and Nathaniel Trace Wolf saw nothing wrong with that...nothing at all. This week was her second week at her new job, and she was still smiling. Jason Kent had yet to see her. The others must have told her to keep a low profile, and she listened. The other office workers liked the new kid. She made them laugh and forget about the misery of working for Mr. Parker.
Trace watched the tall, shapely woman walk towards her desk, carrying her lunch, her long wavy hair in a high ponytail, and her black dress over her smooth skin. He heard her chuckle, and then she looked up and saw him watching her. He took another bite of his apple and stared into her dark eyes.
"Oh no," Lauren mumbled when the former gang enforcer did not divert his stare. But he never did and always caught her staring at him. Trace probably thought she was afraid of him, and she was. He was a big man and knew how to throw his weight around. Though he never used it against her, she had seen him using it against Jason Kent whenever he saw him. Trace calls him a clown because of his brightly colored suits and attempts to be funny at others' expense. Jason was the only black Vice-President and Mr. Parker's favorite. None of the women liked him because of his constant harassment and the fact that Human Resources did nothing to stop him. Jason Kent was untouchable.
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The Concrete Dog
ChickLitAfter eight years in prison, former gang enforcer Nathaniel Trace Wolf decided to start a new path in his life. He had turned away from violence and embraced a more docile existence. So, why was Lauren Caulley thrown into his way? Her mere presence...