“Motherfucker,” Landen hissed. “Who the fuck did that?”
“Olsen,” Franklin Braver answered.
“I fucking hate engineers,” Isaac muttered. “They need to stay their asses in their offices and leave the real work to the grownups.” Considering that Isaac was only twenty-seven, that was cute.
“Grimes is already heading over there, but I thought that you’d want to join him,” Franklin said. Darren Grimes was another one of the facility’s maintenance supervisors.
Landen finally stood up from his desk chair. “Does Waylon know yet?”
Franklin shook his head. “Not yet.”
“Alright,” Landen sighed. “I’ll go check it out.” He was two feet into his journey before he turned around and eyed both Isaac and Franklin. “No more asking Skylar out, gentlemen.”
“Ah, c’mon, Boss,” Isaac whined. “You’re killing all my dreams here.”
“Seriously,” Franklin chimed in. “What kind of bullshit is that?”
Ignoring them, Landen shot those silver orbs of his in my direction. “And no encouraging them.”
My brows jumped. “Who? Me?” I pointed at myself. “What’d I do?”
“Just don’t encourage them,” he repeated. “I don’t have time to…to…just don’t, Sky.”
Little did the man know that I wasn’t interested in any of the mechanics here. However, his insistence that we act right just confirmed that he’d never do anything unprofessional at work. Here I was, daydreaming about him bending me over my desk, but all Landen was thinking about was professionalism in the workplace.
I watched as Landen walked away as Isaac muttered, “I feel sorry for Olsen.”
“Between Landen and Waylon, Stan Olsen doesn’t stand a chance,” Franklin added.
“Well, at least this got his mind off Adam and his fuckup,” I joined in.
Isaac shot me a look. “There’s no way that Rush is forgetting about Adam’s fuckup.”
“Yeah,” Franklin snorted. “The man is unforgiving.”
“He is a tad serious,” I agreed.
“He needs to get laid,” Franklin announced like sex was the cure for everything.
“No shit,” Isaac agreed. “It’d certainly do wonders for his grumpy disposition.”
“How do you guys know that he’s not?” I challenged. “Maybe he just likes to keep it private.”
“If he is, then he needs a new bed partner,” Franklin replied. “She’s obviously not doing a very good job of it.”
“I don’t know, man,” Isaac muttered. “Even the worst pussy that I ever had was still the best.”
At that, I laughed. “Okay, that’s enough. We shouldn’t be talking about Landen’s sex life anyway.”
“You mean his non-existent sex life,” Isaac corrected.
Something told me that there was no way that Landen was not getting fucked on the regular.
Chapter 3
Skylar~
It was the end of the day, and it hadn’t come soon enough. Mondays were usually always rough, but today had been especially tough. Between Adam violating our safety policy, and Stan Olsen screwing up, the department had been on edge all day.
