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    Jess
     
    Men like that don’t exist. That was what Jess Myers thought, as she flipped through the pages of the romance novel. She was romantic, but not naive.
     
    Come on, for real. Handsome, rich, and surround by all that mystery and intensity—all with a hint of danger? That is only possible in fiction. Also, she wasn’t sure if she would like to be approached by men like that. She doubted that she would be able to play the role of the innocent heroine, just dying to have a taste of the wild side.
     
    She sighed and looked over to the big clock on the gray wall. Almost 5 . About 15 minutes to get out of this shithole. Not that she didn’t like her job, but the job was just a means to an end.
     
    Recently graduated, with a fresh diploma in Economics, she couldn’t find a decent job to satisfy her efforts and all she sacrificed for college. Just thinking about all those years in college and the money she spent on her education gave her headaches.
     
    How did I, the intelligent girl who graduated with honors, end up working in a salvage yard? It was still a mystery to her. However, desperate times called for desperate measures. It was this or the streets. She had a load of loans to pay, with money she didn’t have.
     
    That was life, never fair. So, when a friend approached her with this job offer, she didn’t think twice before she took it. It was the best she could get at the time, and it would have been perfect, if it wasn’t for her controlling jerk of a boss.
     
    Marcos Cavalli , just the thought of the bastard made her angry. If he were a more understanding person, she’d have already closed the doors and tidied things up for the next working day. However, knowing Marcos, that was unlikely to happen. The one time she tried to close up a few minutes early, she learned her lesson the hard way. There was no chance at all she would do it again, even if it was a slow day like this.
     
    If her uptight boss found out that she closed the doors just a minute before 5 o’clock, she would be in big trouble . There wasn’t much she could do other than read and fantasize about her fiction hero while she waited for the clock’s small hand to finally reach that big 5, signaling that it was her time to get the hell out of there.
     
    She was so fixated on the clicking of the clock that when the doorbell rang she jumped. Startled, her mind registered what that meant. Last minute customer . Who the hell dares to come at this final hour?!
     
    Angry, she turned to greet the unwanted client who thought it was fun to come at the last minute of her workday. Why are people so inconsiderate? It was then that she saw the personification of every woman’s dream man, right in front of her.
     
    Goodness, she thought, he’s not a man. He’s a Greek god—with all its attributes . Jess’s hormones overtook her logic.
     
    She didn’t know why she was so excited all of the sudden. She was never one to lose herself over a guy, but just looking at the man before her—who could blame her. He was extremely tall and had a perfect body with the right amount of muscles, broad shoulders, and a flat stomach. Hallelujah to that! She was tired of only seeing ogres in the salvage. He wore dark blue jeans, a white shirt, and a black leather vest with biker patches on it. She was able appreciate the intricate tattoos covering every inch of exposed flesh on his arms, as well.
     
    The more Jess looked, the more she knew that he was exactly the type of man her mother wouldn’t approve of. But who cares? After all, I’m just looking and enjoying the show. She bit her lip, taking in the man and continuing her appreciation.
     
    He had dark hair, razed to the root. It was just how she liked— no hair to get in the way of his beauty. He’s sexy as hell! He had a strong jaw with soft stubble. His walk, his pose, and his smile—at the edge of cynicism— gave her the impression that he did not take shit from anybody. The man was too macho