Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
The door closes behind him before I can hear Bastian's response. Not that I really need it. I'm fairly sure his life would be aces if I packed my desk and vanished without a trace.
Sucks for him because I'm no quitter.
Would he even care if I left?
Ha. Who am I kidding? The only reason I got this job is because he got overruled. His cousins wanted me here. He definitely didn't.
Istop at my office long enough to grab my camera before I head out to find Trystan's brother, Jax. They have an entire office building, but do they use it? Absolutely not. Gabe acts like he's allergic to the office. And Jax is usually in the fields somewhere, working with his hands. When he's not out there, he's in the office he claimed at the winery, annoying the hell out of Haven and her sisters.
I find him in the winery's lobby, bickering with Haven while glaring at the printer like he wants to set it on fire.
"I swear to God, if this motherfucker doesn't give me my goddamn order form," he grumbles, stabbing buttons like he's trying to break them.
"Maybe if you stop pressing buttons and let it think, it'd work," Haven says. "I swear, you always work harder instead of smarter."
"I'm not fucking working at all!" Jax protests, turning to scowl at her. "Your evil printer won't let me work."
"It's not my evil printer. Bastian is the one who bought it." Haven rolls her eyes before tucking strands of her mahogany hair behind her ears. "He just had to have the fancy model instead of one a normal person could use."
"Tell him to buy a new one."
"Since when has he ever listened to me?"
"I wasn't talking to you." Jax looks right at me, standing in the arched doorway with a smile on my face and my camera in hand. "I'm talking to her."
Haven blinks like she just realized I'm standing there. "Oh. Hey." She tilts her head to the side, then glances at Jax, a calculating gleam in her eyes. "Maybe you're onto something."
"I know I am," he mutters.
"How much do you love us?" Haven bats her lashes at me.
"Enough to agree that your printer is evil. Not enough to take one for the team and have that argument with your cousin. I'm new here. You're family." I shrug. "He can only fire one of us, and that would be me."
"He better not fucking fire you," Jax growls.
"What he said." Haven points at her cousin. "He isn't allowed to fire you. We like you. Majority rules."
I beam at her. I swear, Bastian's crabby attitude aside, I love it here. His whole family is amazing. Coming to work every day feels a little like coming home. I feel like I fit right in here. There's no way I'm letting Bastian run me out of here.
"Do you like me enough to let me record you arguing about the printer?" I ask hopefully.
They share a look before glancing at me again. It's spooky how well every single one of Bastian's cousins has perfected the same "explain now" look. They furrow their brows and kind of squint the same way. They're all completely different people, but in moments like this, there's no denying that they're related. They look too alike.
"It's for social media. Bastian wants fresh and provocative. You guys are it." I grin at the two of them. "And I can definitely use the printer saga for something. It's relatable. Everyone who has ever worked in an office setting has a personal vendetta against at least one workplace printer."
"Does this saga end with a new printer arriving at the end of it? If so, I'm in," Jax says.
I narrow my eyes at him. "Are you trying to blackmail me into asking Bastian to buy a new printer?"
"Maybe. Is it working?"
"Maybe," I grumble. Will he bite? Absolutely not. But if asking gets me the content I need? Well, a social media team has gotta do what a social media team has gotta do. And since my team consists of me, well, I guess I'm asking for a new printer.
"Come on," Haven pleads, poking her bottom lip out at me. "He always tells us no. But he never tells you no."
"Uh, he tells me no all the time. Telling me no is basically his happy place."
"No, he doesn't," she insists. "Name one thing you've asked for since you started that you haven't gotten."
"I haven't even been here for three full months!"
"Yeah, and he's been a total dick since you waltzed through the doors. And you know why he's been a total dick?" Jax asks, giving up on the printer to smirk at me. "Because he's sexually frustrated."
"Take it from Jax. He knows all about sexual frustration," Haven says with a sly grin.
Jax shoots her a dirty glare before turning back to me. "The point is, if you ask, he won't say no."