Damon (Men of A Corps #2) Read Online Olivia Sinclair

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Men of A Corps Series by Olivia Sinclair
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Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
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Damon
I wasn’t expecting her, but now that she’s come into my life,
I’m not letting her go.
She’s smart and naïve, sharp and sweet, and she overthinks everything.
I’ve got a plan to distract her big brain so her heart can get a word in.

Kate
My life is a mess and headed downhill.
He’s an officer and (mostly) a gentleman.
I’m too old to need rescuing, particularly by a younger man!
He’s determined, though. I’ll give him that. And did I mention hot?

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1

Damon

I’m ready for this day to be over. Only there’s still no end in sight. I’m sitting here in this sorry excuse for a bar, waiting for these two guys to show up so we can fake ‘bond’ over a warm brew. I don’t want to socialize with two pricks who only want my signature on a few multi-million dollar requisitions from the Army. I want to be at my cabin in Idaho on my back deck with my feet propped up on the railing, nursing a cold one. Failing that, I’ll take being back in my hotel room debating whether or not to take Melissa up on her offer if I’m ever in town. Which I am, but I haven’t told her that yet. She was fun, and it’s been a while since I’ve fucked something other than my hand. I’m just not sure I want to tap that again. I don’t want her getting ideas that we have a future together.

Probably doesn’t matter because I’m stuck here in a dingy room with no windows, in full service uniform because technically I’m working, watching the worst bartender I’ve ever seen try to keep up with a Monday night crowd. She’s spilling whiskey all over the bar. And in her efforts to mop it up, she’s pushing it into the laps of the three guys sitting there. They’re taking it better than I would. Since they’re dressed in a variety of military salvage, maybe they’re not as concerned with the dry cleaning bill.

The woman is flustered and blushing. I can see her apologizing to the guys and yep, offering free drinks. I can’t help smirking, thinking that when word gets out, tomorrow night’s crowd is going to break some records for attendance. Oops. She’s glaring straight at me. My cock stirs to life, twitching. I must really need to get laid if angry bartenders are now doing it for me. She doesn’t have the edge that most publicans do. She’s either fresh out of a convent or they had to raid the front desk to find someone to work in this pit.

I’m still waiting on Jeff and Kevin, who are now twenty minutes late. I check my phone for messages and yes, there it is, a rescheduling for tomorrow, sent five minutes ago. Great. The only thing worse than sitting here on a Monday night is coming back on Tuesday. I sigh and stand to gather up my briefcase. I never thought I’d be that guy. But then, does anyone go to West Point to become a glorified paper pusher? Wait, I take that back, my first roommate Neil did. He was all about operational process improvement. He once even tried to redesign the cafeteria layout so that all the carbohydrates were evenly distributed. In the Army’s infinite wisdom, after he barely managed to graduate (he wasn’t that great at taking orders), they put him in charge of translation services for the eastern sector. He hates it. I grin at the thought of Neil, trying to herd multi-lingual cats. I should send him an email in Arabic just to yank his chain.

As I walk past the bar on my way to the exit, I get a better look at the woman serving. If she wasn’t so frazzled, she’d be a knockout. She’s probably in her mid-thirties. Her posture radiates that grounded-in-reality self-confidence that younger women just don’t have. It’s sexy as fuck. Her dark hair is pulled back tight in a no-nonsense ponytail and her brandy-colored eyes are frowning as she’s trying to make change for guys that keep passing her twenties for four dollar bottles. I’m pretty sure they’re messing with her, so I pause to take out my wallet. I slip a twenty into her tip jar, even though I haven’t ordered anything tonight. She deserves something for putting up with their shit. Plus, she’s adorable. She catches my movement out of the corner of her eye and turns to frown directly at me. Her mouth is wide and there’s a spray of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She’s fresh and unpainted and thank God this uniform jacket is long enough to cover the growing bulge in my pants.

“Ma’am,” I manage to say evenly before turning to the door. Suddenly coming back tomorrow looks a lot more interesting.

Kate

Oh God. I suck at this minimum wage job that I now desperately need. On top of that, the gorgeous officer who’s been laughing at me is now giving me pity tips. I thought about telling him to take it back, but I seriously need the money. And if I take the time to argue with him, I’ll screw up something else.


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