Free Zandor by Mj Fields Page B

eyes.
    I sat back and looked at my phone . “Blue tooth compatible.”
    “Nice .” He leaned forward and gave the dash a rub.
    I had three new emails and I smiled when I saw the subject line.
    -Steel Inc.-
    “You gonna play some beats , Bekah?”
    “After I check my email.”
    “Good stuff?” he asked and looked over at my phone.
    “Steel Inc.” I giggled “Is that you?”
    “What’s it about?”
    “I applied for an internship.”
    “Oh yeah, you go to school?”
    “I did, was considering finishing, but looks like that’s not gonna happen.”
    “Why not?” He sounded annoyed.
    “They have filled all internships.”
    “So we find another!” He darted into a rest area. “I have to use the bathroom.”
    He threw it in park and stormed into the bathrooms.
    The next email was from a company called S. Lettos. An international holding company was fronting the money to redesign a club it had acquired in the Jersey shore area. They had found my profile in Linked In. They were asking me to not only redesign the club, but take on the entire project. If I accepted this paid internship they would immediately deposit sixty nine hundred dollars a month as compensation for the next four months. If the project was completed in a timely manner, I would receive a bonus.
    I was shaking I was so happy. I have to pee, oh my God, oh my good God! I jumped out of the SUV and walked quickly toward the bathroom as I re-read the message. Zandor grabbed my arm as I whizzed by him.
    “Hey there slow down .”
    I smiled up at him, I couldn’t help it. I was so excited I hugged him as tight as I could and he laughed. “What has gotten into you?”
    “I have to pee .” I really had to, bad. “Read this!”
    I ran into the bathroom .
    He was standing against his SUV when I walked out. Glasses on , smirking at the phone, he looked beautiful with the warm afternoon sun shining down on him. I would stare at him all day. He looked up at me and that nipped that idea in the bud.
    “You look happy , Bekah, like really fucking happy.” He grabbed me and swung me in a circle.
    I lifted my arms in the sky in celebration. He pulled me down against his hard strong body and gave me a very sweet soft kiss on…my cheek.
    I laughed and he huffed and my feet hit the ground again, grrr!
    I got in the SUV and re-read the email.
    “You may want to flag that.”
    “What?”
    “Mark it as a VIP message or flag it .” He reached over and took it.
    “Oh shit!”
    “What?”
    “Damn , Bekah, I deleted it. I’m sorry…”
    I snatched it out of his hand and looked . He smirked and started the vehicle. “Just fucking with you.”
    “Ass,” I mumbled.
    “What about my ass, Kitten? It’s nice right?”
    I nodded as he pulled back onto the interstate.
    “You good?”
    “I’m real good. When my father gets all twisted and superior I can smile knowing I did this by myself. No help from him….or anyone else for that matter. I own this and I am going to do the best job I can possibly do.”
    “What about the shop?”
    I almost gave myself whiplash when I turned to look at him. I didn’t know what I should do. I mean I did but, “Fuck!”
    “Ladies don’t talk like that , Bekah. Especially professionals.” There was humor in his voice but a little less twinkle in his eye.
    “I can do both.”
    “I know you can, but do you want to?” he glanced quickly over at me.
    “Yes, actually I do .” I do. Yesterday was great and seeing him every day; even though I couldn’t have him, even though he made me believe stupid stuff again, it didn’t matter. He and I were friends.
    “Good.” He was quiet for a minute, “Now turn on some beats , girl!”
    I was trying to figure it out but couldn’t and I didn’t want to hurt anything.
    He turned on the radio and hit search.
    Sara Bareilles Brave .
    He huffed and went to change the station.
    I swatted his hand off and he shook his head and left it alone.
    I love this song !

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