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Porter's Reward Hidden Strengths
I could hear Elizabeth’s voice in the next room and afterward she came out with a scrap of glossy white paper. Handing it to me. I reflexively folded it and stuck it in the back pocket of my jeans.“Can I see her?”“Of course, you can be with her up until she goes into the actual surgical room. Then if you stay outside, we’ll give you regular updates.”My throat constricted and I could no longer form words, so I just nodded.One of the clerks walked me to her room.“Mom.” I said. Rushing to her.“Hey, Baby Girl.”I didn’t know why she still called me that. But it made me feel precious and loved. “Are they treating you well.”“They always do, Honey.” She caught my hand and gave it a tender squeeze.It was hard to imagine that this was the same woman who’d given up her College Master’s to raised me and spent many lonely nights working two jobs to raise me by herself after my dad was killed in a drunk driving accident.Even while she was grieving, she was strong for me.I remembered only
Porter's Reward Compassion
It’d begun to rain, and the cool, heavy drops fell over me. Feeling like a balm over my skin and hiding how hard I was sobbing.Thankfully, I could let the tears run and no one passing me was any wiser.Cars jetted by now and again but a particularly loud one slowing down behind me, drew my attention.I looked over my shoulder and saw an expensive looking silver car with sharp lines.It growled as it veered over the passenger door was tossed open.“Get in.” He ordered. Leaning over the console to talk to me.“I’m soaking wet.” I gestured down my length. Objecting to ruining his fancy seats.“I see that. I said get in.”I was too exhausted to argue. Giving him a pensive look, I slid into the seat.“Probably going to ruin it.” I muttered, working hard not to look at him.“It’s leather. It’ll be fine.” He was staring through the rivulets of water rolling over the windshield. Casting shadows over his hard features.He was wearing a leather button up with the sleeves rolled. Unbuttoned to
Porter's Reward A Utilitarian Man
“Doesn’t seem like you’re struggling.” I remarked.“Perhaps not like that. But as far as sympathy and sensitivity, I’ve been told I can come off rather…”“Harsh?”“Thanks.” He frowned. “But, yes.”“You are harsh.”“I don’t intend to be.” He defended.“I don’t think you do, I just think you’re incredibly direct and most people don’t know how to take that.”“I suppose not.” He grumbled. Walking away. He rounded the kitchen bar. “You hungry?”Starving.“No.” I said slowly. “I’m okay.”My stomach gave a drawn-out growl in objection. The mere idea of food making it holler. I tried to recall what I’d eaten earlier today and realized I hadn’t.It’s been a weird day.He leaned across the counter. Propping his chin on his palm to give me a pointed green-eyed stare.“Fine.” I conceded. “I’m hungry.”***“I noticed.” He straightened. The hint of amusement tingeing his tone. He washed his hands in the sink and moved to find a pan.“There’s one in the box here.” I lifted it out and handed it to hi
Porter's Reward What Sleaze?
He grinned and didn’t look up. “That you knew. But why I dropped her may be a little less known to you.”He’d said she cheated with Logan. I remembered his words from the club.Does he really know that? I wondered. Still somehow hoping it wasn’t. My mind’s way of trying to protect me from my own humiliation.I shrugged. “I’d assume the same ol’. One of you cheated?”Was Susan really the only one that cheated? I hadn’t really realized that I’d crossed my arms disapprovingly. Suspecting that he might be just as guilty. Because like Logan, women tended to flock to him.“Yes. It is the classic tale.” He admitted.“Did you do it too?” I couldn’t help the note of accusation.He turned his head to me, eyes wide at the sound of that note. “Not me.”“You sure about that?”“Pretty sure I’m present where my dick is.” He said a bit harshly. My brows went up. “You think I’d do that?”“I’ve seen the way women respond to you.” I began.“You don’t.” He cut me off.I’m not entirely immune. I mentally
Porter's Reward A Fine Woman
“Full?” He asked after swallowing a bite of his food.I looked at my plate. The pretty strawberry salad was gone. All that was left was a hearty chunk of the buttery steak. “More than.”“You mind?” He aimed his fork at the remaining half.“Not at all.”Please take it, before I try to eat more.He stole it and helped himself to it.“Quite an appetite.” I remarked.He nodded.It seemed surprising he could down so much and still have that trim narrow shape.I glanced over at that wall that was lined with hand weights.He must work out a lot to eat that way.“You never eat at work.” I noted.“Don’t do anything but sit there.”I thought about that. Probably true.This version of Porter struck me as being very active. When he was at Chase & Walker he was sitting doing accounting. Seeming entirely at peace doing nothing but scribbling in ledgers and typing notes on his computer.But when he’s not there, he’s like this.“Do you make more as a bouncer?”He nearly choked. “Definitely. But we pr
Porter's Reward A Different Day
MONDAYThe couch truly was terrible. Getting off it was more like flopping over on my stomach and crawling toward the bathroom until the feeling returned in my legs.I didn’t know if Teresa and Rita were staring at him in their usual longing way. I couldn’t tell because I seemed to be too busy doing it myself.Why do I keep staring?Because he was wearing a pinstripe gray suit today. With a cream-colored button up underneath. Looking comfortable as the accountant with the wide-brimmed glasses he kept pushing up that straight nose.Nothing like the muscled bouncer in tactical pants I’d watched dressing a few days ago.I blew a long breath. I’ve got to get away from him.Staying in his apartment was going nowhere good.This morning after I’d evolved my plan, I’d followed the scent of coffee to a pot he had on the kitchen counter. But when I’d turned to try to find my thermos in the box I’d packed, I found it sitting on the counter.I twisted the lid and peeled it open. Seeing the milky
Porter's Reward Difficulties with Men
I should’ve noticed it before.What if that meant it wasn’t Logan’s account?But it was opened the same day. I told myself. Shaking my head slightly.It’s not though…Then who’s is it?“Can you open the account registry?” I asked.He sent me a sharp look. “Why? You know what day it was opened and by who.”“But I…” I eyed him and realized that I couldn’t explain it.Not without seeming even more careless and self-involved.I’d already claimed that I thought I was justified in stealing from Logan. But if it’s not even Logan’s…Then I’ve just been stealing. Period.I decided in that moment it was better if he didn’t look. I chewed my bottom lip.What would he think if he realized it wasn’t even Logan’s?I was just robbing clients… I was sweating and breathing raggedly.He leaned forward, the chair squeaking beneath him and his sandalwood cologne filling my nostrils as he peered at me. “Everything okay.”No!Whose account is this? I wanted to yell.“Yeah.” I straightened. “I’m good.”“Alr
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I need to check the bucket.I went in and saw that the bucket was indeed nearly spilling over. I quickly dumped it. Lugging the heavy thing to the bathroom and dumping it before returning it to the Living Room under the leak.I dialed the manager again leaving him another message that I was still waiting on Maintenance to check the roof.“Uggh.” Groaning in frustration. I turned around and went to round up some of my brightest towel and washcloths. Piling them on my couch so I’d remember to take them when I left.I was already envisioning Porter’s face when he saw them in his bathroom. Quietly replacing his black and white towels.But thinking of Porter had me thinking about how he looked in those rolled up button ups and those tightfitting tactical pants.My eyes shifted to my room.I lifted my phone and checked the time. Thinking Porter wouldn’t even be heading back to his apartment for another forty minutes.I flopped onto my bed and let my mind wander. Feeling the arousal climbing
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