eyes and the pulse in your neck speed up as you ogled my crotch. Ain’t gonna forget that and don’t wanna.”
I was a straight shooter, no bullshit kind of a fella. I called a spade a shovel and a wanker a dickhead and had done since day dot. Farron was as interested in me as I was in her, but my methods were much different from my brothers. They hunted and claimed, even though it took Hendrixx a lot longer to snatch up Blakey than it did for Lenoxx with Mack, he still made it abundantly clear Blake was off-limits to every male in the district. I was more of a sit back and wait let the woman get comfortable with the knowledge she was going to be mine type of man. Admittedly, Farron’s beauty had made me a little tongue-tied in the past, but she changed all that by staring at my cock with pools of drool practically spilling from the corners of her mouth.
Firm in my resolve, I moved my mind to more practical matters.
“Let me call my second in charge, we have a flatbed truck that will hold all three ovens and trailers. We’ll load them up and get them back to Cattle Ridge in one trip,” I suggested pulling out my phone.
“Oh, okay,” Farron apologised, a switch in her mannerisms. Gone was the happy outlook and replaced with guarded wariness.
“I know having them here must be a pain for you. I guessed it was going to take me at least two hours to hitch up and make three trips back and forth,” Farron mumbled, making a move to get back in her car.
What the fuck! She couldn’t possibly believe I wanted her out, and off the Triple H, did she? Didn’t my boner give her some clue that the last thing I wanted was her out of my sights?
Acting fast, I blocked her against the side of the ute and the open door. Her body was not close enough to be touching mine but still close that I could see the flecks of gold in her eyes.
“Darlin’, the last thing you are is a pain unless you consider the ache in my dick pain. All I am saying is we get these babies loaded and transported so we can maybe go out for tea. Sit down, have a quiet beer, and get to know each other.” I kept my voice low and calm, but inside my inner voice was demanding I close the slight gap between us, growl my intentions to make her mine and finally taste those sweet pouty lips.
A flash of hope passed over Farron’s face, then it slipped, and she gave me a sassy grin.
“As opposed to sitting in the back of my restaurant every night of the week eating pizza and staring but trying to look like you aren’t staring?”
Oh yeah, Farron was my kind of woman. Sassy, fast wit and all sweetness.
Making a show of pretending to ponder her question, I hoped that I wasn’t blushing like a teen boy.
“Yes, exactly other than that,” I agreed, laughing at being called out on my stalking.
FARRON
Bizarre.
It was the only word I could think of to describe Fenixx’s behaviour. Sitting on a hay bale off to the side of where my ute was parked, where Fenixx had manhandled me to, I sat and watched him, and a man called Eddy and Lenoxx load the three expensive portable wood-fire ovens on the back of a very long flatbed truck. Trailers included.
Even with the confusion of Fenixx’s sudden turnabout in his attitude towards me, I couldn’t help but be impressed with the precision to which he ordered Eddy and his brother in securing the trailers with strapping and chains so he could lift them with some kind of weird tractor and load them expertly on the back of the truck.
Fenixx Hott. A man I was yet to figure out. He came into the restaurant for a year or more, sat in the back, ordered a different pizza every night, ate it, and drank one beer then left. He never said a word to me or my staff other than to order his meal and drink, paid, then went on his way. He repeated the process each night of the week, even Saturday and Sundays, he never missed a day.
Secretly, I admitted he was a very good looking man, the best I had ever encountered, to be honest. Even as a part of triplets, two other identical