Angel Falling (Falling #1)(7)

“Darlin’, you can call me Hank. So what’s with this legal mumbo jumbo?” I gestured to her little friend.

“Mr. Jensen, my name is Oliver and I’m Ms. Reynolds assistant at AIR Bright Enterprises.” Her assistant. Not her boyfriend or husband. The relief I felt surprised me. “Our attorneys are here to ensure you’re on the mend and discuss the legal ramifications of yesterday’s accident and your injury. The accident happened on company property and the crane had worn hinges.”


I nodded, following along.

”Your company is not at fault and neither is the company we rented the crane from. It truly has been deemed a random accident. But since it happened on company property and you were injured, it’s our responsibility to ensure your needs are met.”

“I’m not following. Accidents happen. A lot in my line of work. Construction is a dirty and sometimes dangerous job. Yesterday, well, looks like it was both. Tell your fancy lawyers I’m good. I’ll be outta here and back on the job in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.”

“Mr. Jensen … ” Aspen put her hand on my forearm. Her touch was electric, the little hairs on my forearm stood at attention just to be near her. “We’re going to take care of you. My company will pay all hospital expenses and ensure you’re cared for through the healing process.”

I was about to set her straight but she spoke fast.

“I am prepared to pay for your pain and suffering. If you want to contact your lawyers, we’ll make sure you are comfortable financially.” She licked her lips, and I was more interested in sucking on that lip than listening to any more of her bullshit. This girl needed to be taught a few things about good manners.

“Darlin’, let’s get a couple things straight. I don’t need any lawyers and my medical bills will be covered by my insurance. I’ve been taking care of myself for thirty-four years, don’t plan on stopping now. You can call your liars — er, lawyers — off. I’m not suing anyone, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Her being so worried about her legal team made me wonder if that’s the real reason she was here. Maybe she just wanted to be sure I didn’t sue.

She took a deep breath. “Mr. Jensen … ”

“Hank.”

She sighed and blew a puff of air over the layer of hair falling in her face. Even the little things she did stole my breath.

“Hank, you are entitled to financial assistance through this process. You saved my life. I’ll do anything to make sure you get well.”

The pure need to help shone deep within her eyes as she stared me down. They were a color you couldn’t find in a box of crayons. Those clear blue and gray eyes made me believe that I would submit to anything she asked and do whatever she wanted just so that I could continue to look at them. Didn’t matter why she was here, just that she was. I planned on taking advantage of it.

“Okay, then I know what I want.” I was tired from the surgery and needed to rest, but I’d spent weeks watching this woman in her body-hugging clothes and f*ck-me shoes. I didn’t know when I’d get the chance to be this close to her again.

“Everyone has a price,” her lips turned into a hard line and her shoulders sagged.

My demand came without hesitation. “I want a date with you.”

“A date? You want a date?” Her shock was just as pretty as her smile. Made me wonder what her face would look like screaming my name in pleasure.

“Okay, two dates.” I gave her my best sexy look. It was my patented “tell me how you’d like your eggs cooked after a night of knockin’ the boots” charm. It never failed.

“You can’t be serious. I’m a very wealthy woman and—”

“Aspen,” the pipsqueak piped in warning.

She held up a firm hand to cut him off. That was hot. She was a fireball when she wanted to be. I liked it. Too much if I was honest with myself. The ol’ dipstick stirred. I clasped my hands over my friend to prevent any public embarrassment.

“Look, Darlin’, I don’t give two shits about your change purse. Now, are you going to give me what I want or not?”

She took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. “Fine. We’ll go out. When you’ve recovered. Where are you staying?”

“I share a place with a few of my guys over in the Bronx.” Two horrified expressions, one beautiful, one pinched, stared back at me. “What?”

“You’re not staying there.” she said with a harsh tone. “Oliver … ”

“I’m on it!” He flipped his phone to his ear and started barking out orders. Reminded me of an ankle-biter that you just couldn’t shake.

“I need Mr. Jensen’s belongings packed up and moved to … hold that thought. Aspen, to where? The Four Seasons?”

She shook her head. “My place.”

“Aspen?”

“Do what I say, Ollie.” Her tone was that of a woman in charge. One that was used to that position. Downright comfortable in it. It was sexy as hell. Though once I got a hold of her in a more private setting, I’d like nothing more than to show her how good I was at taking charge.


My loud laugh stopped the staring match that occurred between the prince and the princess. “Not for nothin’, but I go where I want to go. I sleep where I want to sleep. You have no right to demand anything.” The entire conversation was ridiculous. People with too much money seemed to think they owned the world and everyone in it.