Submit (Whiskey Run Heroes 3)

My eyes widen, and I open the bag and look down, and sure enough, there is an apple turnover that is still warm in the bottom of the bag. “How did you know?” I ask him as I reach into the bag, pull it out, and take a bite without even thinking. I moan as the flavors hit my tongue. My eyes close, and I savor the taste. Damn, that’s good.

Bear grunts again, and my eyes fly open. “This was so nice of you. Thank you for this.” He seems embarrassed, but I have to ask him, “Why did you bring these to me? Did you bring some for everyone?”

He shakes his head. “No. I only brought them for you.”

Before I can ask him why or how his time in Florida went, he stalks out of my office. I walk to my doorway and watch him go. My eyes are glued to his backside because how could I look at anything else? He really does a pair of denims justice.

I'm staring at him, not even thinking where I’m at, and before I know it, Brooklyn is elbowing me in the side. “Girl, I see what you're doing,” she says with a laugh.

I jerk my eyes from Bear back to Brooklyn, and she’s eyeing the pastry in my hand. She says, “You got a little something there,” and points to my lip.

I start to wipe it off. “Oh, it must be glaze,” I tell her, holding up the turnover.

She rolls her eyes. “No. It’s drool.”

I playfully swat at her. “Brooklyn! I’m not drooling!” But I don’t sound convincing.

Brooklyn chuckles. ”You obviously are, but I don't think it's one-sided. I've never seen that man act that way. If he has his sights on you, you are one lucky girl.”

Brooklyn is shaking her head as she walks back over to her desk. I could stand here all day and try to analyze what’s going on with Bear, but I know that I'm about to be late for the meeting. I grab my pad and pencil and put it under my arm. Then I grab the cup of coffee and eat the rest of my pastry on my way down the hall. There is no way I'm going to let it go to waste.

Bear

I walk down the hallway away from Samantha. It takes everything I have not to turn around and look at her. I know we're going to the same place. She has the same meeting to go to as I do, and I'm already about to be late, but I can't go in there—not like this. Instead of turning into the conference room, I take a side door and step outside. As soon as I'm out in the clear air, I let the door shut behind me and take three deep breaths. The Whiskey Run mountains are in front of me, and it's a beautiful view. But I can't enjoy them today because all I can think about is Samantha. She's all I've thought about since she came to work here.

I thought that since I had been gone on this mission that it would give me some perspective and some space. Enough time to get away from her or to at least get her out of my head. But it wasn't, because all I can think about is her. When I woke up this morning, I left my house early just so I could get her favorite coffee and her favorite pastry. She has me all coiled up in knots, and she doesn't even realize it. I'm standing outside with my hands on my hips, trying to will down my hard cock when Knox comes out the door.

“Hey, brother, you okay?” he asks.

I don't look at him, but I nod my head. “I'm good.”

I see him pointing inside. “You know the meeting’s about to start, right?”

I nod again. I should probably apologize for being an ass, but I think that the guys all are used to me by now. This is just who I am. I don't say a lot, but when I do, it means something.

Knox finally gets tired of waiting and says, “Okay, I’m going to go on in. I’ll see you in there.” He doesn’t move, though.

Finally I turn and say, “Let's go.” I follow him inside the door and into the conference room. We're all sitting at a big table with Nash at the front. He starts the meeting talking about everything that went down the last few days with John and Madison and how the FBI was happy that we had helped them shut down the Colombian cartel. Everyone is happy, but there's not a lot of time for celebration because instantly Nash starts to hand out the files. It's like this every time missions are handed out. They're in files with all of the information already prepared on what will be happening, where we need to be, and everything else we’ll need to know.