Under My Umbrella (Fated 1)

She was addicted. Like a crack addict or something. Her choice drug was a man, a specific man.

And oh, what a high she got when she first caught sight of Brett, let alone when he actually touched her. Kissed her. Stripped her of her clothing one piece at a time…

“You’re out of it tonight and I have to admit, I don’t have much of an appetite either.” Morgan tried to smile but it looked more like a grimace. “I’d rather you go hang out with your new boyfriend if you can.”

“Well, I’ve been thinking of stopping by the fire station for a surprise visit sometime. Maybe we should do it tonight. Want to come? I bet there’s a bunch of cute firefighters for you to check out.” Giddiness filled her at the thought of watching Brett in his element, at the fire station. Seeing a new side of him.

“And watch you two hang all over each other and get all lovey dovey? I don’t think so but thanks for the invite. Scope them out for me though.”

“Are you sure?” Jenna felt bad. She didn’t want to become one of those girls. The type who ditched her friends so she could be with her man. She usually hated those types. She vowed never to turn into one.

She’d just turned into one. Even if Morgan had given her permission to do so.

“I’m totally sure, don’t feel bad. I had an invite anyway from someone. A new woman at work told me to stop by the bar where she works part-time on the weekend. She invited both of us.”

“Who is it?” Jenna asked.

“Her name is Mia. She just started. She’s the CFO’s new assistant.”

An image of a pretty woman with shiny blonde hair came to her. “Ah I know who you’re talking about. She seems nice.”

“She’s really nice. We should all get together sometime,” Morgan suggested, a hopeful smile on her face.

“I would like that.” And she would. She needed to remember the importance of friends, of united girl power.

Not allow herself to become too wrapped up in a man.

But oh, what a man to find herself wrapped up in…

“Some fine looking chick just pulled into the parking lot.”

Brett glanced up, a tingly sensation sweeping up his spine. Something told him this wasn’t just any fine looking chick.

He had the distinct feeling it was his fine looking chick.

“Man, she is gorgeous.” Patrick, the one who uttered the original statement gave a low whistle as he continued to stare out the window. “Nice set of tits on her too.”

That’s it. Brett pushed away from his spot at the desk and went to the window, glowering out into the distance to where Patrick pointed.

Yep, there stood Jenna, glancing about the parking lot with a look of trepidation on her pretty face. As if she wasn’t quite sure if she should be there or not. She wore jeans that did amazing things for her legs and a sparkly shirt that clung to her breasts.

Jesus, she really was fine, and she did have a nice set of tits. He just didn’t need some young new firefighter punk reminding him of that.

“She’s mine,” Brett growled like some sort of primitive asshole who’d just crawled out of his cave. “So quit with the comments.”

“Hey, sorry, dude, I had no idea she was taken. I didn’t have any idea you were even seeing anyone.” Patrick backed away from him with a laugh, his hands held up in front of him in a defensive stance.

“Well, I am,” Brett muttered. “So back off.”

He headed toward the front of the station without a backward glance, eagerness quickening his steps. The rest of the crew stared at him with wide eyes as he strode by, most likely since all of them had heard the exchange with Patrick.

Swinging open the front door he found her standing on the porch, nervously gnawing at her lower lip. Her eyes lit upon seeing him, and a hopeful swell rose in his chest in answer.

She was gorgeous. She was sweet. And she wanted to be his.

He hoped. He definitely wanted her to belong to him.

“Hi,” she said shyly, not approaching him.