Free Hell by Elena M. Reyes

bought it.” Her goddamned voice was like pure fire roaming my veins—an electroshock straight to my balls. A shiver ran down my spine, and my cock hardened under scrutiny. “That’s double for you, Yoshi.”
    Fuck.
    “Janelle, quit it and get lost. This shit falls, and it’s on you for fucking with him,” Kevin bellowed, tone annoyed and his face scrunched up in anger. The man had more cases of whiplash than most of the women I’d fucked in my past. Temperamental as all fuck.
    Her eyes narrowed at his tone, posture stiff, and it was enough to make me shrink back the tiniest of bits. “Fine. Get it the hell off the truck and in the lobby. Installation was pushed to today and my installers are here.” Her bark was sexy. “And Yoshi?” she called out to me, eyes locked on mine. “Meet me in the office in two hours. We need to talk.”
    With that, she turned around and sashayed her tight body across the lot and into the office. No one moved, transfixed on the sway of her hips.
    “Nasty fuckers,” Kevin huffed beside me now; he had both hands holding the slab in the middle with the delivery man taking up the end still in the truck. “Do your jobs and quit visually raping my sister.”
    With slow and precise movements, we pulled the heavy rock off the truck and onto a dolly. It took all four of us to situate and maneuver it into the building’s reception area. Relieved, we all breathed in deep once it was in the installation crew’s hands. No longer our responsibility.
    “How many more inside the truck?” I asked before wiping my face down with the small white towel I kept hanging out of my back pocket. The heat in Orlando was humid—most days the heat index reached well into the triple digits, and we were all feeling it today.
    “Two, but they are small pieces. It’ll be fast.” We worked diligently over the next two hours, bringing down the other two slabs. It was a slow process, no matter how much smaller they were. Granite was temperamental and cracked way too easy. Our delivery guy stayed until the very end, holding the right side as I maneuvered the dolly up the small ramp and into the elevators.
    Once the last granite top was in the installer’s hands, we talked shit with them for a bit and then walked back to the garage. It was late in the afternoon and I was tired. Sore, but I welcomed it. Missed the feeling of completing a grueling shift and seeing progress, no matter how small it might seem.
    “Hey, catch!” Mario yelled out. In his hands he held two bottles of water. Tossing them one at a time, we caught the offered bottled and chugged the contents down in a few strong pulls. “Boss lady doesn’t want our newest employee to end up dehydrated. She cares.”
    Beside me Kevin threw his empty bottle at Mario with force. “What about me? Doesn’t anyone give a shit?”
    “Boss man, I grabbed you one, didn’t I?” This kid was a riot. A smartass, but a hardworking employee. “Don’t I count for anything?”
    “Shut it.”
    “But, but, but…”
    “Mario, I swear on all that is holy!”
    “Are you still pissed at me over that cheap-ass mixing drill I wrecked last week?”
    “Get back to work,” Kevin hissed at him, but it didn’t have the desired effect. His lip twitched. We all saw it, and Mario went in for the kill.
    Batting his lashes, he pouted his lips in that ridiculous way most girls do when taking a selfie. “It’s four, boss man, time to clock out, unless the plan all along was to become a slave driver.” That did him in and he cracked up. The painters passed by us, shaking their heads while making their way toward the company’s storage unit.
    “Get the fuck out, Mariano.”
    Kid just threw his head back and laughed at this, in no way threatened by his superior. “Oooh, he full-named me.” Kevin made a move to swat him in the back of the head, but the little shit was fast and ducked. “Okay…okay.” He walked backwards, holding his hands out in an “I come in