Junkyard Dog(11)

“Probably, but my enemies would have to dig through a lot of boxes to find them. I don’t even know which ones have anything important in them.”

Candy frowns at me, and I feel small under her disapproving scowl. Fuck her for having such power.

“What did you f*cking think was in the boxes?”

“MREs and other prepper stuff,” she says and then adds when I frown at her. “Your office looks like a bunker, and you have a small arsenal in the coat closet. I assumed this other crap was you preparing for the end of the world.”

“For your information, I keep my end of the world shit at my f*cking house. I can survive for five to ten years easily. It’ll only depend on if I save anyone with me.”

Candy holds my gaze, and I wait for her to catch the hint that I’d be willing to save her under the right circumstances.

“I’m glad you mentioned that,” she says, turning away and looking inside a box. “If the bombs fly or zombies rise, I’ll bring my kids to your place. Might bring my sister and her kids too. I’ll leave the douche husband at home.”

“You can show up, but I make no promises about whether I’ll let you inside.”

Still checking the box, Candy grins. “If the world is coming to the end, you could do worse than having two hot blondes at your beck and call.”

I shrug, but there’s no denying I’d be a lucky f*cker to sit out the end of the world with this woman. Her kids, sister, and even more kids don’t interest me as much.

“You keep bitching about cleaning all this up, so have at it.”

Candy looks at me suddenly, and I can feel her thinking. Devious thoughts too. She’s up to something, and I cross my arms in anticipation for whatever bullshit she’ll pull.

“How do you feel about paying someone under the table?”

“Who?” I growl, sounding scarier than I plan, but Candy doesn’t react to my tone.

“My sister could use extra cash, but nothing that can be traced.”

“First, you bring your kids here. Now you want me to hire your sister. I’m not running the Candy Wilburn charity house here.”

She hears how I stumble over my words. Her eyes narrow and she sizes me up. I don’t need her knowing she turns me into a dog in heat. I want to shift my stance and let my hard dick breathe. Knowing Candy, I have no doubt she’ll notice.

“Her husband is a douche, and I want her to leave him. Any cash she can hide would help.”

“Why in the f*ck do you think I care?”

“You said her husband is a douche. I would think you’d want to piss him off. Don’t you live to f*ck with people?”

I detect no judgment in Candy’s voice. She’s right that I get a kick out of f*cking with people. Something about seeing a man squirm makes me smile.

“Fine. I’ll pay the same rate per hour as I pay you and I’ll pay in cash. I don’t want to see her or hear about her emotional crap.”

Candy smiles and her dark eyes light up in a way that makes my dick hurt. “I’ll slap duct tape over her mouth and keep her focused on cleaning up your mess.”

“You do that,” I say in a threatening tone for no reason besides my dick’s painful throbbing.

The cause and possible relief stand three feet from me. She won’t f*ck me today. I can see how the thought isn’t on her mind right now. No doubt she’s considered me inside her, though. Candy isn’t stupid. She’s a sexy woman, and I’m an available man.

I think to push the topic, but something stops me. My brain might be working again because I realize she’s a stranger. I don’t know shit about her, yet I’m ready to let her see me at my most vulnerable. No one can have power over me. I won’t even give it to my sickly father or Nightmare. No way will I give such power to Candy.

So I walk back to my office and leave the tempting blonde to play computer games. She’s only free for the time being. Once I learn her secrets and tilt our relationship in my favor, I’ll make my move.





NINE - HAYES


During my usual Saturday routine, I pass the office and think of Candy inside cleaning. She warned me not to visit since Honey and her kids would be running around. The thought of six children making a shitload of noise and stinking up the place f*cking horrifies me. On the other hand, I can’t deal with going two days without seeing her. Candy’s crawled under my skin, and I can’t dig her out. Worse is how I’m not even sure I want to.

Country music plays in the office when I walk through the front door with Nightmare at my side. The dog bolts inside and begins smelling the strangers. His nose makes a beeline for Honey Mayer’s crotch. I assume she’s on the rag.

While Honey freezes in terror, Candy’s back remains to the door. Shaking her ass to the song, she’s unaware of my presence. I admire the sweet curves of her wiggling butt in a pair of khaki shorts. Before my dick can spring loose from my pants, she turns around.

“Hey, it’s the boss man!” she cries, walking over to where Nightmare now stares at Honey. “Can I pet your tiny horse?”

Candy kneels down and strokes Nightmare, who remains wary. The dog doesn’t know what he’s missing.

“How much have you gotten done?” I ask.

“Three boxes and dusting. Are you checking up on me?”