Ginger's Heart (A Modern Fairytale, #3)(129)

“Friday,” she whispered, grinning at him before walking back to the office with an ache of her own.

“Mr. Wolfram will be here in a minute, ladies. May I get you coffee?”

When they all declined, she sat down at her desk and looked them over. They were all pretty in their own ways, though the Queen Bee was the prettiest, and Ginger had a sudden pang of worry that Cain would see her and run off, leaving her in the dust. She looked about ten times more experienced than Ginger too, confident in her own skin, and Ginger bet that she’d had about a million orgasms from enthusiastic lovers, and knew exactly what to do in bed to pleasure a man.

Cain? He loved pleasure.

And Ginger? She’d never known anything but mediocre sex with a friend.

What if she wasn’t enough for him? She certainly wasn’t anywhere near as experienced as he was. He’d been bedding women since his early teens, and Ginger had only ever been with Woodman. What if she wasn’t good in bed? What if she and Cain had sex and it was just as bland and boring as it had been with Woodman?

She got up and made herself a cup of coffee, covertly looking at the Queen Bee, who flipped through a magazine, looking up at the office door every few minutes and sighing her annoyance. Ginger’s breasts weren’t as large, her waist wasn’t as small, and she wasn’t anywhere near as tall.

“Humph,” Ginger muttered, pouring a little milk in her coffee and sitting back down at the desk.

Wait until they see him up close and start batting their eyes at him. She was making him wait until Friday, when she was positive that any woman in this room would have let him take her against the spare tires in the supply room with a great big grin on her face. Shoot. Damn it. Why was she making him wait? Why was she risking what was growing between them?

And then suddenly there he was, standing in the doorway of the office. She felt him, but she also heard the dreamy sighs from at least two of the four women waiting.

“Afternoon, ladies,” said Cain, standing in front of the four women waiting in guest chairs. “My girlfriend, Ginger, here, told me y’all were lookin’ for a motorcycle mechanic. That right?”

Ginger’s lips trembled as she watched two of the women—Conspiratorially and Insecurely—quickly deflate at the news of Cain’s “girlfriend.” One of them made an excuse about needing a car mechanic, and the other said she thought he serviced bicycles too. When he politely referred one to a garage down the street and the other to the local bike shop, he was left with two.

Flirtatiously stuck out her boobs, sucked a finger into her mouth, and asked if Cain would check her gears.

“Sure,” he said, nodding. “For gear problems, I charge four hundred dollars an hour. If you’ll go ahead and give Ginger your credit card, I can schedule you for a—”

“Four hundred dollars?” she cried, her finger falling forgotten to her side. “Forget it!”

She stomped out of the office, leaving Cain, Ginger, and Queen Bee alone. Ginger braced herself. Queen Bee was five-foot-nine, tan even though it was winter, with straight reddish-blonde hair and bright green eyes. She was stunning and she knew it.

“Mr. Wolfram,” she said, holding out her hand. “I’m Saffron Barnett. But my friends call me Saffy.”

“Miss Barnett, I’m Cain,” he said warmly, taking her hand and shaking it.

Ginger tightened her jaw, her fingers curling into fists, her eyes fixed on Cain’s hand in Queen Bee Saffy’s grasp.

“Seein’ as how you’re new in town and I’m the assistant to the head of the Versailles Chamber of Commerce, I thought that maybe we could grab some dinner on Friday and . . .” She chuckled, her low, sexy voice a suggestive rumble. “. . . you know, see what happens.”

Cain smiled at her, pumping her hand one more time before dropping it.

“Miss Barnett? You see that gal sittin’ over there? You couldn’t have missed her. She’s the prettiest, sweetest girl in the whole world, and I’ve been in love with her for as long as I can remember. You see her, right?”

Miss Barnett gave Ginger a frosty glance, then cleared her throat. “I noticed her, yes.”

“Well, I don’t go out to dinner unless she’s doin’ the arrangin’ and ends up sittin’ beside me while we dine. So I’m goin’ to get back to work now. And if you’d like to schedule that dinner with Ginger, I’m sure she’d be glad to accommodate you on our schedule.” He looked at Ginger. “Right, baby?”

With that, Cain gave Ginger a sexy smile, winked at her, then turned and left the office.

“Did you want to schedule—” started Ginger, squelching a grin and opening Cain’s calendar.

Miss Barnett picked up her purse and gave Ginger a snotty smirk. “It’ll keep for another day. Take care, now.”

As she flounced away, Ginger’s heart swelled with so much love, it spilled into every crack and crevice of her body, until she was warm all over, and she knew—beyond any shadow of doubt—it didn’t matter how inexperienced she was. She wouldn’t disappoint Cain, because he loved her. And because some things—no matter how long they take to finally happen—are simply meant to be.





Chapter 32


“Ranger, Miz Ginger, good to see y’all. Why don’t you come on into my office and we’ll have a chat about Kelleyanne.”