My Second Chance at Love

Possessive

Andrew’s POV…

Sunday started a hell of a hitch. I want to be back home. I want to be on my phone. I keep it in my shirt pocket hoping Emma will snap me. I snapped her first thing this morning as we were driving to the yard. It was the sunrise. I captioned it with, “almost as pretty as you. Have a great morning.”

Once we get on the job site I’m angry. My Foreman is hungover and not doing s**t. I’m having to do his job and mine. Finally, I get in the bucket and go up to the lines I’m going to be working on. I cover them all up. Mmmm they look so sexy all covered up, nothing like covered up power lines. I snap a picture for Emma, since I know she has no idea what I actually do, I caption it with, “BAMF at work.” We change out the cross arms and get all the lines hooked back up. It takes a few hours. It hot, hard work, but I make damn good money. I take all the cover off the line and take my bucket back to the ground. The damn Foreman is still passed out.

Emma has replied, her cute face is all scrunched up and her hair is straight. She has on a little mascara and some shiny s**t on her lips. She captioned it with, “what’s a BAMF?”

I stick my tongue out like I’m trying to lick all her sweet spots, with my hard hat still on and snap a picture. I’m sweaty and have my shades on. I look like I’ve run a damn marathon but I may as well have. It hot as hell down here and I have on long sleeves and rubber protective sleeves on top. I caption it with, “that’s me babe, a bad ass mother f**ker!” I know she’s gonna laugh.

She snaps back. Is she at Walmart? She better not be, because she has an off the shoulder top on and her shoulder is so damn sexy. I can see her shoulder, neck, and jawline along with her hot as hell smirk. She captioned it with, “you look hot.”

Hot, huh? I was hot. Now I’m about to damn combust. How does she make shopping at the grocery store look so damn good? I load up into my bucket truck and my apprentice is driving us to the next spot. I snap a picture of the scenery and caption it with, “I was hot then you sent me that. Now I’m having heart palpitations and breathing hard. What are you wearing?”

We get all set up at the next pole and I start the paperwork because of course the Foreman is worthless. Why do we even work for him? She responds with a picture from the clothing section of the store. She’s in front of a mirror and she’s taken a selfie for me. She has on yoga pants that are molded to her ever damn curve. I immediately bite my lip. I’m brought back to last night and watching her touch herself. s**t! I dropped the pen. I read the caption, “just some clothes.” Those are not just clothes. I’m about to ask for the backside view when I get another snap.

Aw hell, she read my damn mind. She’s twisted around and given me the backside view. I groan loudly. I think I taste blood from biting my lip. Before I can stop myself I screenshot that. I have a chubby that’s growing fast. s**t. My apprentice snatches my phone from me. “Aw s**t! Damn man! She’s hot! Where you been hiding her? I know how you roll. When you decide you’re done, pass her info around.”

Before I know what I’ve done, my fist connects with his jaw. The hell is he thinking. Not my Emma. No one talks about her like that. I’ll share any of the others, but not her. He starts to pick himself up from the ground and Zac is there in seconds. “Man, calm down. You’re gone get our asses fired. What the f**k?” “Zac, he told me to pass him Emma when I was done.”

Zac started laughing and looked at me. His events were crinkling. “Dude, you’re hooked. Admit it. You’ve claimed her.”

I can’t make his words make sense. How could I have claimed her when I haven’t really touched her, just her jeaned hips while dancing? About that time my apprentice comes back over and sucker punches me in the damn eye, then throws my phone at me. “Stupid b***h,” he smirks at me.

My foreman decides now is the time to be a damn boss. He comes over and asks up to explain a fight on the side of a highway to him. Zac explains it all and we both get sent to the hotel for the remainder of the day with no pay. Dammit!

When I get there, I get a shower and open my phone when I get done to find a snap from Emma, she sent me a picture of her grocery cart full of stuff with no caption. She sent me a picture of her groceries in her trunk, again no caption. Finally a picture of her groceries on her tables, no caption. Why am I not getting pictures of her? Is she mad I told a screenshot? I open my camera roll and look at it. My d**k gets hard again. How is she so perfect?

I decide to snap her back a picture of my swollen eye. She should know why I’ve been quiet the last couple of hours. I caption it with, “defending your honor.”

She responds immediately. It’s a Snapchat call. She’s calling me. My heart constricts. I answer and her face fills my screen so full of concern.

She’s sitting at a table in a kitchen. I assume she’s in her kitchen.

“What happened? What do you mean defending my honor?”

“I was filling out the paperwork for the next job site. I got you snap of your clothes in the mirror. I bit my lip.” I poke it out at her to show her the evidence. It’s actually bloody.

“Oh, why’d you do that?”

“I was trying to stay quiet and not announce to the guys what I was looking at. I didn’t want to hear their s**t. Then before I was prepared you sent me the picture of your ass in those pants. Can you wear those next time I see you? I want to feel your ass through them.”

She has the audacity to giggle. She has no damn clue what she did to me.

“Anyway, I took a screenshot. I’m sorry. I’ll delete it if you want me to. I guess I said something, too. My apprentice snatched my phone. He’s an ass. Then he said something about wanting a turn with you when I’m done. I’ve never been that pissed. I hit him.”

She gasped. I don’t know how she feels about violence but I can’t look at her. I looking past the phone.

“Anyway, I got pulled away and the f**ker came and sucker punched me in the eye. My boss decided he needed to man up and do his job at that moment so he sent us both back to the hotel for the day.”

“I’m really sorry. How bad is your eye?”

Why would she apologize? She didn’t hit me. I look at her and the concern and sorrow is palatable.

“Hurts but it’ll be fine in a few days. Why would you come kiss it and make it better?”