His Dominant Omega, Jarrett, J. [most read book in the world TXT] 📗

“Yep.” Josef nodded his head. He motioned from Cole’s truck to his own. “Why don’t you grab your stuff, and I’ll be your chauffer for the day. Be sure to leave your keys under the seat. They’ll be here within the hour.”

“Chauffer,” Cole said the word teasingly. “I might get use to that. I’ve never had my own personal driver before.”

Josef couldn’t believe he offered it. He just sentenced himself to be around the man who made his blood boil and his dick hard all day long.

He looked heavenward. Please God, give me the strength not to embarrass myself today. It was a small prayer for control and he hoped the big man upstairs was listening and took pity on him today.

On the ride to the jobsite Josef talked the whole way. His nervousness was causing him to fidget and talk nonstop. Thankfully Cole didn’t notice his discomfort. He talked right along with Josef as if talking about late-night television was truly that interesting.

Josef breathed a sigh of relief when he pulled up and saw Dave’s smiling face. The foreman politely told Cole what they were working on, and Cole got right to work. Josef was impressed with how easy Cole fell right into place with the other guys. Everything and everyone seemed to be extra calm and relaxed, and it actually made the work go by smoothly. Carsten and Son’s had some really great employees, but when a group of men were thrown together, in the heat no less, sometimes emotions ran high. If a guy wasn’t pulling his weight someone would call him on it, and the next thing Josef knew a call was coming in to him or Devon to come put out a fire. Josef didn’t care what reason had the men getting along. He was just appreciative because now he could focus on Cole all day.

After standing around for ten minutes, Josef picked up a hammer and started to help. He’d worked construction for Devon’s dad when he was in high school, and he still helped out when the occasion called for it. So hard labor wasn’t something new to him, and it helped keep his mind off a sweaty, smiling Cole.

Cole reminded him of Aiden. Both men were attending school to become a psychologist, and Josef had to admit, like Aiden, Cole had a way about him that made a person want to empty out his soul and talk about his problems. It wasn’t that Cole pried or anything, he just listened, and sometimes that’s all it took.

Around eleven o’clock the mechanic from the auto body shop called and said Cole’s truck was finished and ready to be picked up. Not wanting to give up on the chance to spend time with Cole, he asked the man to deliver it to Cole’s apartment and said that he’d come by and pay for the work and pick up the key.

Josef left with the excuse that he had to go to a meeting and that he’d be back later. He hurried to town and paid the bill then drove by Cole’s apartment to make sure the truck had been delivered safely. Not that it would matter if the truck got side swiped. It’d probably make the hunk of junk look better.

Devon called when he was heading back and asked him to go look at the sidewalk in front of The Early Bean Café. The owner, Margie, had called saying that Shane stumbled while sweeping in front of the café and Viktor wanted the whole thing replaced. Shane was Viktor’s mate, and he knew his friend was being overprotective, but it didn’t matter. Josef turned his truck around and parked in front of the shop.

“Hey,” Shane called out to him.

“Hey, Shane.” Josef walked around his truck to inspect the sidewalk. It wasn’t terribly bad, but all the salt that had been thrown on the ground this past winter had caused some damage.

“You know…” Josef looked over at Shane and smiled. “I thought cats were supposed to be agile.” He started to laugh when Shane flipped him off. “I was just kidding.” He held up his hands in selfdefense.

“Asshole,” Shane said but had a smile splitting across his face. “I swear you wolves must have an inferiority complex. Like I tell Viktor, I don’t think tigers are better. I know we are.” Shane snapped his fingers and did a little dance. “How do you like that?”

Josef shook his head. “You got me, tiger.”

“Funny.” Shane punched him lightly in the arm. “So about this sidewalk. I know Viktor is overreacting, but I’d hate for Margie to take a spill,” he said quietly, not wanting the woman in question to hear them.

“I agree. If anything happened to her, who would make the chocolate fudge cake I love so much?”

Josef got to work writing up an estimate. He cut the price in half because telling Margie that they were doing it for free wouldn’t fly with the woman. She was very independent, and Josef respected that, but it still didn’t mean he couldn’t cut her a deal.

After a cup of coffee and a piece of his favorite chocolate cake he headed back to Cole. They were finishing up on hanging the Sheetrock when he pulled up out front. He stepped out of the truck and stumbled on his feet.

Cole wasn’t wearing his shirt, and his hair stood up in all directions from combing his hands through it. His laughter carried through the open door, and Josef’s heart skipped a beat. He just stood there staring, unable to move.

“Josef?” the object of his affection hollered out to him. “You okay?”

Josef shook himself awake and plastered a smile on his face. Once again he’d been caught looking just a little too long. “I’m great.”

The rest of the day went along with