Page 5 of Property of my Boss

Atlas scrubs his hand over his face and leans forward, his fingers tangling in his shaggy hair. “We do this move and we don’t have to do another one for the rest of the year. Plus, you know I need the money, man. I’ve only got a few weeks left before that land is sold for good.”

I stretch back in the chair and sigh as I run through the possibilities, though I’m not finding any conclusion that ends with a successful move and more money. Instead, I’m finding that each pass leads Sheriff Williams straight to my fucking doorstep.

“This is low risk,” Atlas continues. “We do the IDs offsite, I bring him in through the backwoods, then take him out through the tunnels after dark. No one even knows the tunnels are there.”

I shake my head and glance down at the desk, noticing a hot pink inhaler that’s not usually here. Is it Tilly’s?

“If we know, someone else knows,” I groan. “Sorry, man. There’s too much going on right now.”

“You don’t want to do it,” he groans, jaw clenched, “fine, but I’m going through with the deal.”

He’s standing from the chair when Tilly walks in from the camp store, her sparkling, hot pink bra still on display despite the T-shirt I threw at her before I left.

What the hell?

She glances at Atlas, then back toward me. “The floor is mopped. What next, your majesty. I mean… boss.”

“What the hell is going on here?” Atlas laughs and tosses me a look like I’ve lost my mind.

Tilly steps forward, heels clicking one after the other on the hard, pine floor as she reaches her hand out toward my giant buddy whose hair is in severe need of a cut. “Oh, hi! I’m the new front desk clerk. Tucker hired me today, then sent me in to clean the camp store. I guess a raccoon or something got in there last night and had himself a party.”

“Well, new front desk clerk,” he reaches his hand out for hers, “what’s your name?”

“Tilly,” she says, wetting her lips and glancing toward me briefly before staring at Atlas again. I don’t know why I’m jealous that she’s looked at him, but my fucking stomach is tight like I want to punch him in the throat for having accidentally seen her.

“Tilly,” he grins, his hand still in hers, “why are you half-naked?”

She glares toward me, her heavy breasts spilling from the cute little bra I want to tear off. “I got syrup all over my shirt.”

Atlas raises his brows and glances toward me again before returning his gaze to Tilly. “That makes perfect sense then. I, ugh… well, thank you for your dedication to the job. I can get you a T-shirt if that would make you more comfortable.”

She nods. “I’d love that. Thank you.”

“I tossed you a T-shirt,” I scoff. “You could’ve put it on.”

“Was that for me?” Her eyes twinkle with amusement. “You threw it at me, so I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to scrub the ground with it or hang it back up.”

Oh, this girl is playing games.

Atlas disappears into the camp store and returns a second later with a pink camp T-shirt. “There you go. I’m so sorry Tucker was throwing things at you. You let me know if he mistreats you again and I’ll have a word with him.”

Tilly glances at me and bites back a grin before redirecting toward Atlas. “Thank you. I appreciate that.”

“Tilly,” I groan, before Atlas can respond with more bullshit, “take a break while I finish this conversation. I’ll come find you when we’re through.”

She rolls her eyes so only I can see, then nods and turns away, her luscious ass swinging the whole time. She’s barely through the back door before Atlas is hollering back toward her.

“Why don’t you treat yourself to a snack in the camp office as well? You’ve been working hard all morning.” He glares back toward me, a grin on his face.

Tilly nods and smiles over her shoulder, the T-shirt in her hand as she disappears into the store.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” I punch Atlas in the arm. “Jesus Christ. Why are you ogling her? She’s like twenty-something.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? I got her a T-shirt and tried to cover her up. You’re the one over here with a fucking hard on.”

I tuck behind my desk again, the ache in my cock apparent. “It’s been a while since I’ve… that’s not what we’re fucking talking about. The problem here is that the cop that’s bothering me is her brother. He stopped by my place this morning asking questions about Kade, making threats. Thirty minutes later, I get here and my first interview of the day is his little sister, and she’s dressed in a bright, skimpy, little outfit. I can’t imagine this is a coincidence.”

“Oh, for sure.” He nods once. “So, why’d you hire her?”