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Sam couldn't help grinning as he took the turn off for Sunset View Manor.
His eyes darted to his rear view mirror to check on the long line of employee trucks and equipment following him and then to the dashboard clock.
It was almost seven o'clock and there hasn't been a sign of Mercedes, or her team anywhere on the way over here.
When he'd snuck out of his house an hour ago, he'd been shocked to find her Jeep still in the driveway.
He really thought the eager little thing was going to give him a run for his money, but she hadn't.
Hell, she hadn't even rigged his truck so that it wouldn't start. Maybe she really didn't want this as much as he did, which was kind of surprising.
However, he didn't take any chances. He let the air out of her tires and left for work.
Now, he was wondering if he even had to worry about her getting in his way after all.
As far as Sam was concerned, the early bird normally catches the worm. And in this case, he was the early bird. And the worm...Sunset View Manor, of course.
Clearly he wanted this project more than Mercedes.
If she wanted it half as badly as he did, she would've had her beautiful ass up at the crack of dawn like he had, so she could be here getting everything set up and making an official claim on the project.
But she didn't. And hadn't. So this project was his.
He couldn't wait to see her face when she realized that he has stolen the lead.
Sam thought of all the different ways to rub this early morning victory in Mercedes' face, as he drove his truck over the rough broken road.
The half mile road and parking lot would have to be replaced soon, so they could get equipment and materials up here safely.
And the thick brush that hugged the private road would also have to be pruned back, but not too much.
His client wanted to keep the little trip from the road to the hotel beautiful.
'It won't be too hard,' he thought as he took the last curve on the private road. 'We could cut back the trees and shrub ten feet on each side to widen the private road. Then we could...'
"Son of a bitch!" he practically shouted as the hotel and grounds came into view. "This is not happening! This is not fucking happening!"
A horn honking behind him made him realize that he'd come to a sudden stop.
Cursing Mercedes Jones to hell, he pulled off to the side where an impromptu parking lot had been created and parked between two pickup trucks.
He jumped out of his truck and looked around in disbelief as his crew found spots and parked.
Not only had the little chocolate cupcake managed to beat him here this morning, but she had the entire construction site set up.
And where he'd planned to place his office trailer tomorrow, she had one with tan vinyl siding that looked much newer and larger than his.
And thanks to the overgrown vegetation, uneven terrain and large equipment, there was nowhere for him to place his trailer.
Sam's eyes quickly ran over the rest of the property. Mercedes' large trucks and equipment were lined up along the west side.
There were four large dumpsters placed close to each end of the mansion, with a makeshift dirt road leading to the cracked parking lot.
Hell, she already had several equipment sheds placed as well as latrines.
Was that a lunch truck?
"How the hell did she do all this?" he mumbled to himself as he grabbed his hard hat, briefcase and tool belt before slamming his truck door shut.
In a huff, he stormed off towards her trailer.
When he wasn't even ten feet away, the door to the trailer opened and Mercedes stepped out looking all innocent as she sipped what had to be a cup of cocoa.
"Good afternoon, Samuel," she said brightly, when her eyes landed on him.
"It's morning," he bit out as he stormed passed her and into the rather comfortable looking trailer.
"Oh, is it? It feels like afternoon, but that probably has something to do with the fact that we've been here for hours," she mused.
"I can see that!" he said, shooting her secretary...her male secretary he might add...a glare, as he walked through what appeared to be the waiting room and into the back room that he figured would probably be the office.
And he was right.
The office was large, but not large enough. There was hardly enough room as it was for the large desk, drafting table, chairs and filing cabinets that took up the majority of the room.
This wouldn't do.
Not at all.
He turned around, not at all surprised to find the little cocoa addict leaning against the doorframe, sipping the cocoa that he was tempted to snatch away from her.
"You need to have this trailer towed out of here," he explained in what he thought was a reasonable tone.
"No," Mercedes simply said with a shrug.
"Move it or I'll tow it myself!" he snapped.
"Not going to happen," she said, taking a slow sip of her cocoa.
"Yes, you will," he said, getting into her face.
"It's so sad that you think that you can push me around," she said, patting his cheek condescendingly before she stepped passed him.
"You're going to have to move your trailer, Mercedes. I need my office," Sam bit out through clenched teeth.
"So do I," she said.
"What for?" he demanded, tossing his things on the small loveseat by the door.
"To work, what else?" she asked, throwing him a frown.
"To fetch my drinks and be at my beck and call?" he asked, shaking his head. "Nope, you don't need an office for that. All you need is a little chair in the corner. And I think we can manage that."
"Be at your beck and call?" Mercedes asked, sounding amused and pissing him off.
"Yup. And if you do a good job I might just let you wash my truck," he said, feeling generous.
"How long exactly have you been delusional?" she asked as she leaned over to grab something from one of her desk drawers.
"About a month, give or take a few weeks," he mumbled distractedly, as he watched one of the first fantasies he'd ever had come to life.
Mercedes pulled off her black tee shirt and tossed it aside like it was nothing, revealing a round, soft looking stomach that Sam would love to lick, kiss and caress.
He swallowed hard as he took in the tight fitting black sports bra with the large breasts that threatened to pop out.
'Am I dead?' he wondered. 'Doesn't she see me standing here?'
He should probably care or at least wonder why she was stripping in front of him, but he didn't. The only thing that mattered, was that she was in fact changing in front of him and none of the fantasies he'd had over the years about her body were even close to the real thing.
"Mercedes, I..." her secretary started to say as he walked into the office.
With a muttered curse for interrupting his fantasy come to life, Sam shoved the man out of the room and slammed the door shut on his very surprised face, before turning a glare on Mercedes.
She frowned at him while she pulled on a grey Contour Construction tank top.
"What was that about?"
"What the hell is wrong with you stripping in front of your employees like that?" he demanded, barely resisting the urge to yell at the woman.
Mercedes rolled her eyes as she fixed her ponytail.
"I was behind a closed door. He walked in. Plus, it's just a sports bra, Sam. Nothing to get excited about," she said and he just barely stopped himself from correcting her.
"You need to set boundaries. He shouldn't be walking in like that. He's an employee. What if he sues?" he demanded, barely reigning in his temper, though all he wanted to do now, was throttle the woman for covering up.
"I would never sue!" her secretary yelled from behind the door. "I'm willing to sign a waiver!"
"Go away!" Sam snapped in no mood for this bullshit. He felt as though he could punch the guy. But they had work to do.
"I need to get to work," Mercedes said, stepping around the desk as she walked towards Sam. "So unless you can walk and bitch at the same time, I'd say this conversation is over."
Sam leaned back against the door, blocking her only exit.
"You're not leaving until we get a few things settled."
He crossed his arms over his chest as he glared down at her, hoping that for once she'd act like a damn woman and be intimidated enough to do as he asked.
But of course, he was an idiot for thinking that.
With a small sigh, she reached up and latched onto both of his nipples and twisted.
"Aww shit!"
He dropped his arms and covered both nipples. That was definitely one trick he hadn't showed her.
No doubt she'd learned that from watching her brothers beat the shit out of each other.
Biting back another pained groan, he quickly moved to the side, deciding that he'd let her have this round.
When he was well out of the way of the door, she gave him a smug little smile and another twist that threatened to drop him to his knees before releasing him.
With a contented little sigh, she grabbed a tool belt off the small couch and put it on, then sauntered out of the room.
When the pain in Sam's nipples had subsided he went after Mercedes. And caught up with her at the coffee truck.
"That was a violation of the Code, woman," he bit out, barely resisting the urge to grab a handful of ice and press it against his poor abused nipples.
The woman fought dirty and he'd been a fool to forget that.
A little smile tugged at her lips at the reminder of the 'Code'.
Neither one of them had been happy to call a temporary truce to their little war, but they'd had no choice after the eighth grade dinner dance when things may have gone a little too far.
No matter what the cops said, Sam really didn't think it warranted for the two of them to be placed in adjoining cells all night.
Yes, it was true that everyone had left the gymnasium screaming. And there were one or two dozen minor injuries, but he really didn't think what they'd done, had justified being charged with inciting a riot.
It had all been a simple misunderstanding that went horribly wrong.
So while they waited in their cells for their parents to kill them...well her father to kill her and his mother to bail him out...they'd come up with a few rules to help avoid a repeat of that night.
They'd made up the 'Code'.
And all through the years, they've added a few extras into the mix. But they were only alowed to change the Code if they both agreed.
"Your nipples are not protected by the Code," Mercedes simply said, as she grabbed the last Milky Way and a bottle of water and stepped up in line to pay the vendor.
"Well, they are now," Sam said, deciding it was better late than never to protect his poor nipples.
"Sorry, veto," she said with a shrug, not sounding sorry at all as she paid for her snack and drink.
Damn! He'd forgotten about the veto rule.
Well, that was fine with him he decided, as he snagged her candy bar out of her hand and ripped it open as he headed towards the large building to make sure Noah was able to get all his men set up.
"Give me that back," Mercedes demanded as she walked by his side...not trying to attack him for the candy bar, he noted with satisfaction.
He already knew that she was trying to keep up a professional appearance for the job. That was fine with him too, but only because it worked for him as well.
"Nope," he said, taking a huge bite out of the candy bar.
Maybe it was just him, but food stolen from her always tasted so damn good. Even those plain peanut butter sandwiches he used to steal from her when they were in preschool were out of this world.
"Bastard!" Mercedes muttered as she opened her bottle of water and went to take a sip, but of course, the chocolate made Sam thirsty, so he swiped it out of her hand and downed it.
Mercedes stared at the handsome jerk in front of her. Was he ever going to change?
"Shouldn't you be hauling your little ass back to the office and arranging for your trailer to be removed?" he asked as they headed towards her brothers and his men, who appeared to be arguing.
"Yeah, I'll get right on that," she said dryly as she sauntered past him.
His eyes dropped to her bountiful, beautifully shaped ass and he just barely bit back a groan that would probably get his ass kicked by at least two of her brothers.
"What's the problem?" Mercedes demanded as she neared the men.
"Tell your men to get the hell out of the way so we can get some work done," Drew, a man Sam may have mistakenly promoted, snapped at her.
As one, all five of her brothers stepped forward and scowled down at the much smaller man.
"Watch how you talk to our sister," Benicio said quietly, but the threat was clear.
The man noticeably swallowed and took a healthy step back. He shot a look of panic Sam's way, and as much as Sam would've love to start shit just to piss Mercedes off, he couldn't.
He needed to keep the Jones brothers happy, if he was going to have any chance at getting them to come work for him when this project was finished.
"With our companies working together this might become a little difficult," Sam said to Mercedes, but his eyes were on her brothers, who looked more than eager to teach his foreman a lesson.
That was one thing he learned early on, the Jones brothers had a zero tolerance policy when it came to their sister.
They'd never gone after him, but that was only because Mercedes thought she could handle him.
Ridiculous, but true.
"Until we figure things out, Drew and the rest of my supervisors are going to check in with Carson and his men, since they were here first and have a better understanding of what requires immediate attention," he said, shocking everyone into silence.
Mercedes frowned, but Sam didn't really care what she thought. As long she stayed out of his way and fetched his drinks and food, he would tolerate her presence.
Drew looked pissed and ready to argue, but he didn't really care about that either. The only thing he cared about were the five large men sharing questioning looks.
He knew they hadn't expected him to give in so easily. Hell, they probably expected shouting, arguments and a lot of chaos, but they wouldn't get any.
He wanted these men to work for him. And what better way to convince them to come work for him, than letting them start now.
Stay safe!