Worth Every Cent (Worth It 2)

Like it felt when I was a teenager.

Michelle stirred something within me I’d never felt before. A possessiveness and a constant need to be around her. And it was times like this morning, and during our house-viewing that showed me exactly how young she was. Exactly how inexperienced with the world she was. I’d forgotten how it felt to be untethered in life. Floating aimlessly and trying to find my place in the world. Michelle was in that moment in her life. Untethered and buoying about without guidance or a goal. Or maybe she did have a goal but had no one to show her how to achieve it.

I found myself wanting to be the person that showed her how.

The next day, I woke up and shot her a text message. I never could bring myself to delete her number from my phone when I went home the first time. I reminded her to call the landlord, then sent the number just in case she had lost the paperwork somewhere in her things the night before.

I quickly got a text message back that made me smile.

Technically, you’re not my boss right now. But I already called. His wife got the application and they’re processing the credit and background check today. He said I should hear from him no later than this evening.

Good. That meant the extra one hundred I slipped inside her application lit a fire underneath the man’s ass.

Technically, I’m your boss whether you’re on the clock or not. But I’m glad you got in contact with him.

She quipped back with a text message that made my cock instantly hard.

So it seems you enjoy being the boss.

You have no idea the things I could command you to do, Michelle.

What makes you think I would follow your orders, Bossman?

Shit. Maria would never be able to call me that again.

The look in your eyes when my hand hits the small of your back.

I had to relieve myself in the shower just to get my mind settled back into place. Then I distracted myself by heading out to the Chevy to get some more done on it. I wheeled myself underneath and tried not to think about Michelle’s body. I tried not to think about her luscious curves bending to my every whim and want. But every time she messaged me back, I was either fighting off an erection or chuckling so hard I had to roll myself out from underneath the damn car.

Talking to her made me count down the minutes until I could see her again.

I know you have today off, but when is your next slot of time you have away from work? You did agree to help me stage the house.

When are they coming to take a look at the place?

The realtor set up a showing for Friday night.

Well, my next free day isn’t until Thursday. I’m working the night shifts all the way up until then, so I’ll be sleeping during the day.

The idea of her sleeping any other nights next to Andy’s place forced that possessive attitude back to the top.

Even if you come over just for an hour and work, there are plenty of beds to sleep in here. I could drive you to work once you wake up.

Nice try, but I see through your ruse. I promise, Bossman, I’ll be fine until this rental application gets approved. After all, I am supposed to hear from him in the next couple of hours.

Couple of hours?

I closed out the message and looked at the time as my eyes bulged. Holy shit. I’d been working underneath the car all damn day.

I rolled myself out from underneath it and went to get another shower. Texting back and forth with Michelle made me feel strangely closer to her. I jumped whenever my phone rang out. I even set her own personal ringtone so I knew it would be her. I spent the next couple of days playing tag team with the landlord of that house, trying to figure out why the hell he hadn’t contacted Michelle about the property yet.

But I couldn’t get him on the phone and it burned my blood.

Have you heard from the landlord yet?

It took Michelle almost an hour to respond.

Sorry. Just taking my break at work. I did. I heard from him late last night. His wife’s in the hospital. Said he would get back to me by the end of the week.