Chapter 2: Getting to Know Him
Joey Ashland brings breakfast to my office: large coffee, egg and sausage sandwich, orange juice, and a rectangle of hash browns. He stands on the opposite side of my desk and shakes my hand. Our eyes connect: fierce blue with cocoa brown.
His bearish body is the same one I saw in the parking lot when leaving Ashland Construction the previous day.
Joey is everything I’ve imagined him to be: bearishly cute with a hint of boy hidden in his eyes and at the edges of his mouth, muscular, hairy, titanic shoulders, furry cheeks and thin beard, a nice neck, massive hands, and tree-trunk-sized thighs. The man is hot to the core, something I want, desire, and need. How dare I not make him feel at home in my office?
“Patty tells me you’re originally from Buffalo, Ne
