Whistlin' Dixie (Tempered Steel Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Maggie Adams
him, all the while stating she would do anything, ANYTHING, he asked if would let her brother go. She would go down on her knees between his legs, moistening her lips with her tongue as she glided her hands up his thighs to his….
The thundering of a lumber truck pulling out of the lot broke through Mac’s dream, causing him to splash the rest of his coffee down the front of his shirt. “Enough!” He slapped a palm on his desk . You don’t need to complicate the situation with thoughts of sex. At thirty five, you don’t need the frigging daydreams. There are plenty of women around here just waiting for you to point your finger and they’d come running. You don’t need Dixie, spitting fire, Harris. She hates you for trying to nail her brother for the vandalism. She wouldn’t give you the time of day, much less anything else! And with that lecture firmly in mind and his raging hormones once again under control, he adjusted himself, and turned all thoughts of Dixie Harris and office seductions from his brain. Picking up the supplies list, he got down to work as the sun began its slow descent toward dusk.
*****
Dixie tapped her fingers against the wheel. All day wasted trying to talk to that obstinate man and she was no closer to communicating with him she was this morning. “Well, Grandpa Harris always said that if the mountain won’t go to Mohammed, Mohammed can go to the mountain,” she mumbled to herself as she pulled her white Jeep into the parking lot of the Coalson Construction Company. Gazing at the fresh brick-red paint on the barn, she contemplated the man she was determined to see sometime today. After all, her family’s good name and her brother’s reputation depended on it.
Well, the man was definitely a mountain. All of six feet and then some, she surmised. ‘Course being only five foot nothin’ herself, almost everyone seemed large. Still, he was a handsome man with all that black wavy hair and shining eyes. She’d be lying to herself if she didn’t admit that. Too bad he didn’t smile more often, but it was highly unlikely the Devil smiled unless had had garnered another soul.
It was the gall of the man that made her gnash her teeth in frustration. She knew a brush off when she heard one. “Refuses to take my call, eh? Too busy to be bothered? In a meeting?” she mimicked the litany of excuses that his secretary had given to try and appease her. Hopping out of the Jeep onto the pavement, she brushed a wisp of silver blonde hair away from her eyes with an impatient gesture. She hardly noticed the cold wind biting into her cheeks. She was so fired up with temper she’d forgotten her coat.
Dixie managed to content herself with waiting until the last excuse had come. Totally infuriated, she had grabbed her car keys and raced to the construction company office. She intended to prove that Mac Coalson was a liar and a coward, and the proof was sitting directly in front of her as she crossed the parking lot. The large black GMC truck with the Coalson Construction Company logo and address sat there. The license plate proudly proclaimed that this particular truck belonged to the “CCC BOSS”. Mac Coalson was not “gone for the day” as his secretary, who Dixie nicknamed “the old dragon” in one of her more furious moments, had claimed. “Well, just look out Mr. Mackenzie Coalson because whether you like it or not, here I come!”
With that promise reinforcing her determination, she stuck out her chin, took a fortifying breath and marched across the sidewalk, squinting against the late afternoon sun. She yanked at the heavy oak door, and the force of the cold March wind combined with the weight of the door nearly knocked her off her feet, but she was on a mission and hardly gave pause as she stormed through the office lobby and down the hall toward the door marked “ MAC COALSON-PRESIDENT ”. She quickly sidestepped a startled employee, sailed right past the “old dragon” before she
The thundering of a lumber truck pulling out of the lot broke through Mac’s dream, causing him to splash the rest of his coffee down the front of his shirt. “Enough!” He slapped a palm on his desk . You don’t need to complicate the situation with thoughts of sex. At thirty five, you don’t need the frigging daydreams. There are plenty of women around here just waiting for you to point your finger and they’d come running. You don’t need Dixie, spitting fire, Harris. She hates you for trying to nail her brother for the vandalism. She wouldn’t give you the time of day, much less anything else! And with that lecture firmly in mind and his raging hormones once again under control, he adjusted himself, and turned all thoughts of Dixie Harris and office seductions from his brain. Picking up the supplies list, he got down to work as the sun began its slow descent toward dusk.
*****
Dixie tapped her fingers against the wheel. All day wasted trying to talk to that obstinate man and she was no closer to communicating with him she was this morning. “Well, Grandpa Harris always said that if the mountain won’t go to Mohammed, Mohammed can go to the mountain,” she mumbled to herself as she pulled her white Jeep into the parking lot of the Coalson Construction Company. Gazing at the fresh brick-red paint on the barn, she contemplated the man she was determined to see sometime today. After all, her family’s good name and her brother’s reputation depended on it.
Well, the man was definitely a mountain. All of six feet and then some, she surmised. ‘Course being only five foot nothin’ herself, almost everyone seemed large. Still, he was a handsome man with all that black wavy hair and shining eyes. She’d be lying to herself if she didn’t admit that. Too bad he didn’t smile more often, but it was highly unlikely the Devil smiled unless had had garnered another soul.
It was the gall of the man that made her gnash her teeth in frustration. She knew a brush off when she heard one. “Refuses to take my call, eh? Too busy to be bothered? In a meeting?” she mimicked the litany of excuses that his secretary had given to try and appease her. Hopping out of the Jeep onto the pavement, she brushed a wisp of silver blonde hair away from her eyes with an impatient gesture. She hardly noticed the cold wind biting into her cheeks. She was so fired up with temper she’d forgotten her coat.
Dixie managed to content herself with waiting until the last excuse had come. Totally infuriated, she had grabbed her car keys and raced to the construction company office. She intended to prove that Mac Coalson was a liar and a coward, and the proof was sitting directly in front of her as she crossed the parking lot. The large black GMC truck with the Coalson Construction Company logo and address sat there. The license plate proudly proclaimed that this particular truck belonged to the “CCC BOSS”. Mac Coalson was not “gone for the day” as his secretary, who Dixie nicknamed “the old dragon” in one of her more furious moments, had claimed. “Well, just look out Mr. Mackenzie Coalson because whether you like it or not, here I come!”
With that promise reinforcing her determination, she stuck out her chin, took a fortifying breath and marched across the sidewalk, squinting against the late afternoon sun. She yanked at the heavy oak door, and the force of the cold March wind combined with the weight of the door nearly knocked her off her feet, but she was on a mission and hardly gave pause as she stormed through the office lobby and down the hall toward the door marked “ MAC COALSON-PRESIDENT ”. She quickly sidestepped a startled employee, sailed right past the “old dragon” before she
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