A/N: I have several chapters written, but may not post all of them right away. My beta is my BFF who reads this mostly so he can laugh at me, but it still takes him time to review and help me edit. If you're still reading, thank you. Please, please review. I know the story is slow to start, but keep reading for lemons!
KMM owns Mac and Barrons and the Fever series. I own turf shoes.
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BPOV
I know I'm an asshole to Mac. It's the only way I can resist her. Making her not want to get attached. I want her, but can't afford the emotion. Emotion is wasted energy. Energy better spent hunting. I shut the computer off for the night and sat back in my bed thinking about Mac's luscious behind.
My mind wandered to an upcoming gala I would have to attend. Some charity event at the Beverly Hilton. I hate going to these foo foo gatherings, but it was the easiest way to scope out what people had. It was also a good way to meet new clients. The people in this town sure liked to flaunt whatever they owned, and loved to talk about it too.
I'd get Mac a dress for the event and have her escort me to the gala. I couldn't wait to see her all dolled up for an evening out. It took a lot of self discipline to not attack and take her at work. It would take a lot more outside of the office. A naïve girl like her would get too attached to me. I had to be careful.
I smiled to myself. A little taste would be okay though. Pulling the silk sheets up, I thought about what she would taste like.
*****
MPOV
Something was dripping on my face. I opened one eye and felt wetness. I opened the other eye just in time to see the ceiling bubble and pop all over my bed. I screamed and jumped out of the soaking mess, otherwise known as my bed. I was horrified. I couldn't begin to imagine how to clean this up and the water was still coming down. FML!
Three hours and two phone calls later, I was knocking on Dani's door with a bag of essentials.
"What the feck is going on?"
"Hi Dani."
"It's fecking four in the morning!"
"Sorry. I don't have anywhere else to go."
"What did your landlord say?"
"He's having someone take a look at the damage later. It looks like a pipe burst."
"Fuck. Well, you can crash here for a bit, but you know there's not much room."
Dani lives in a studio apartment in Park La Brea. To say it was small was an understatement. You'd think she was renting a broom closet. I ended up sleeping on the floor between her "living room" which had a desk and chair, and her "kitchen" a mini oven, half fridge and a sink.
I went to work with a crink in my neck and a sore back. I haven't felt this bad since I tried yoga. As soon as I sat down my pink iPhone started to ring.
"Hello?"
"Ah, MacKarrah," said my landlord.
"Oh, Mr. Kim. How's it going?"
"No good, no good. Contractor say five to six months fix-ed your arpartment."
"What?" I gasped. "Where will I live?"
"Solly. You come get you stuff tonight?"
"Yeah, I'll see you then. Thanks."
What the fuck was I going to do? I couldn't live in Dani's tiny apartment for six months!
I put my head down on my desk and started making a mental list of things to do. Gather stuff, get on craigslist to find an apartment, move in, get a new bed. The list was starting to get long. I sighed to myself.
"Ms. Lane."
I shot straight up in my seat and found Barrons staring intently at me.
"Mr. Barrons. I'm so sorry. I didn't hear you come in."
I quickly glanced down at his wrist.
The Piaget Dancer in white gold. Phew. At least I knew he was in a relatively good mood.
"Is everything okay?" he asked.
"Yes. Um, no. Well. I'm okay. I just, um..." The guy still made me nervous. I was stammering foolishly.
I finally managed, "Can I have a couple days off?"
"May I ask for what purpose?" He inquired.
I explained the apartment situation to him and sighed again.
"I need some time to look for a new apartment and move."
He stared at me for a moment. Dark obsidian eyes thoughtful.
"Ms. Lane, I must insist you take residence in my pool house for as long as you need."
He handed me keys and turned towards his office.
"I need efficient employees. This will not only save you time, but me as well."
I stood there, open-mouthed, speechless.
I mumbled a thanks and he nodded slightly before closing his office door behind him.
Well, this was a weird situation. Moving in with my boss. It was hard enough to deal with his mood swings at work, I wondered what it would be like to be around him all the time. Really, I'd just be in his pool house, so I'd probably see him just in passing. I guess it wouldn't be too bad. I pictured myself in my pink polka dotted bikini, sitting by the pool. Yup. It won't be bad at all.
