Free Wreck Me by J.L. Mac Page A

no damn prima donna. I never have been and never will be.
    “Don’t you dare talk to me like that, Captain! I am no fucking prima donna and my panties are not in a twist!” I growl at him and his face falls a little. What the hell? Is that remorse? I didn’t think he was capable of that emotion.
    “I apologize okay. I was only joking with the name calling. I just wanted to check him out. Too many jackasses out there these days. It’s not safe for young women to just pick up any man.” He shrugs and my jaw hits the floor. He gives a shit?
    “Babysitting me huh?”
    “Well someone has to! You’re as careless as they come. Now…stop…lollygagging and get to work here. I’m uh…going to be in my office.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and fidgets nervously with loose change. I watch quizzically as he shuffles off to his cave. I’ll be damned. He’s babysitting me. I shake my head in disbelief and get back to work in hopes that the rest of my day zips by. By five o’clock I have conquered the task of packing up inventory. Sutton had me draw up a huge going out of business poster board to hang in the window. Just like the old jerk to force me to do the dirty deed. It broke my heart to scrawl those words. I hung the sign in the front window and gathered up my things. I pop into Sutton’s office to say goodbye to the old fart.
    “Hey I’m- what’s wrong?” I freeze in my tracks when I see how pale he looks. He glances over to me and shakes his head.
    “Nothing. It’s that damn sandwich you fed me for lunch. I have indigestion from hell. Get me some antacids will ya?” I draw in a quiet breath of relief. I guess I kind of care about Captain a little too. It’s a love hate thing maybe. I have spent the last seven years of my life putting up with the old grump’s bullshit, it would be normal to be a little attached right? I don’t… love him or anything. He is my boss and I’m loyal is all. My silent ranting has my head spinning and even I have to admit that I sound like I am trying to persuade myself that I don’t care. I grunt in disgust with myself and snatch his antacids from behind the counter. I walk back into his office and plop two in his wrinkly palm.
    “There you are Captain, my Captain. Anything else? Shall I spoon feed you now? Sponge bath?” He narrows his blue eyes on me and grumbles a few obscenities while he chews up the chalky tablets.
    “Better?”
    “Yeah. Get out of here you smart ass.” I snicker under my breath and stride out of his office. I snatch up my bag and high tale it to my place in record time.
    When I get to my apartment I fire a text away relaying my address to Damon. He responded right away with a simple ‘ okay ’. I strip off my jeans and graphic tee and hop into the shower. I shave and exfoliate every inch of myself. I don’t know why the hell I am so damn compelled to get extra gussied up for him, but I do. I kind of want to impress him. A little. Okay a lot. I am all tied up in knots over this crap. This is not like me and it’s infuriating! I shove away my irritation with myself and jump out of the shower. I dry off and lotion up. I dart into my room and dig through my dresser in search of something lacey and sexy. I snatch out a lacey black thong and slip it on. I drag out a black bra and shove my full breasts into the cups. The warm weather makes picking out clothes easy. I grab a pair of denim shorts and a teal tank. I slip my feet into gladiator sandals and fasten the buckle.
    I check my ensemble in the mirror and approve. Summer nights in Vegas make wardrobe choices simple. Less is best. It’s still hot at night around here. I scurry into my tiny bathroom and blow dry my wavy brown locks. I never style my hair. It’s either down or in a pony tail. Honestly I don’t even know how to do all that fancy shit the other woman my age do. I grab my cosmetics and line my lids like normal. I coat my lashes with mascara, and skip the blush since I am sure