Greeting each person coming through the line with a smile and a hearty helping of breakfast, the hour passed quickly. Walking around the tables, she differed their thanks back to Henry and Cora, who ran the center and reminded the residents that they would need to assist with clean-up. One of the men told her that he would be taking a look at her truck to get it running for her. Smiling her thanks, she glanced at the clock on the wall before hurrying to the back to grab her purse and briefcase.
“Bye, see you this afternoon,” she yelled as she hustled to the corner to catch the bus. It took thirty minutes to get to work, changing buses twice. With her head buried in her Kindle, she never noticed the stares of the men around, but her innocence only added to her attraction.
Hopping out of the bus, she headed into the tall, government building that housed the Department of Social Services. Settling her things in the small cubicle, she began clicking through emails and then piles of records. She was combining her specialties having written her thesis on the increasing homelessness of the elderly.
“Hey girl,” a cheery voice came from behind.
Smiling, she looked up at Sybil walking over to toss her oversized bag into her cubicle, followed by Roy, who was already pulling out his cell phone.
“Baby pics,” the two women squealed as Roy turned his phone around to show them his new twins. Having been on paternity leave for several weeks, this was his first day back. Cooing over the pictures, the group did not hear their boss, Chip, walking over.
“Meeting at nine,” he said as he walked by.
“I swear, grouchy-pants must not be gettin’ any,” Sybil quipped. Turning her eyes to Jennifer, she grinned. “But then if you would agree to go out with him, maybe he wouldn’t be such a grouch!”
“Oh no,” Jennifer said, rolling her eyes. “I’ve told you I have no time to date and on top of that, I would never date the boss.”
The three settled into their work, but Jennifer could not keep her mind on the files in front of her. Tall, strong jaw, short hair. Eyes that seemed as though they would miss nothing. It was obvious that the tux had been tailored for him. If she had moved closer to him, her head would have fit under his chin. And if he’d wrapped those arms—
“Jennifer!” Sybil shouted, startling her. Jumping, she turned to her friend. “What?” she questioned.
“I’ve been calling for almost a minute. We’ve got our meeting.”
“Oh, I was…um…reading the files,” she explained, not able to control her blush.
“Uh huh. With that look on your face girl, you weren’t thinkin’ of no file!”
Shushing her friend, they made their way to the small conference room.
*
Blocks away, Gabe walked into Alvarez Security. He was running late; sleep had eluded him the night before. A year ago he would have come out of Alicia’s hotel suite after a night of fucking. As he headed home from the gala, the idea of dipping it in her again turned his stomach. And on top of that, his night was filled with thoughts of the mystery girl . What woman goes out in the night to pick up bread to take to homeless people? Who goes searching for a box in a dumpster? He wanted to be suspicious, thinking that she must have an alternative purpose. His detective friends had worked a case where the drugs were hidden in dumpsters for the next person in the chain to pick up.
Is that what she was doing? But Carlos trusts her. And the manager knows what she does with the bread. As his mind had been trying to figure her out, his dick had responded to the call of the wild. He hadn’t been able to get her beauty out of his mind. Pure. Ethereal. So unlike Alicia’s carefully crafted looks.
Shaking his head, he entered the building from the underground employee parking garage, making his way to the hub of the agency. Customers coming through the front doors would be met by a pleasant receptionist and then escorted to one of