Naughty and Sweet by Megan Slayer
Series: Malachi Brothers (#2)
Multiverse: Roosters (#4)
Book Length: Novella
Cover Art: Bryan Keller
Will Kelly risk her heart for a chance at forever with a man 15 years her senior or walk away?
Kelly Fenn came to the Honey Dripper seeking what she thinks is an easy way to make cash to pay off a loan. Martin Malachi is the one man she never expected to find, let alone fall in love with.
Martin’s not looking for a girlfriend, but Kelly needs a job. When he suggests an offer Kelly can’t refuse, she’s got a choice to make. Will she risk her heart for a chance at forever with a man fifteen years her senior, or walk away?
Copyright ©2021 Megan Slayer All rights reserved.
“You’re a college student?”
“Yes.” She put her license back in her wallet. “Do you want to see my student ID?”
“No.” He should talk to her in one of the offices, instead of the foyer. “Let me call Amanda over. She can cover the desk.”
“Okay.” She shrugged. “Whatever you’ve got to do.”
He tapped his phone, summoning the woman who normally manned the desk. He sent the text, then turned his attention to Kelly. “Tell me about yourself.”
“What do you want to know?” she asked. “I’m twenty-one, in my third year at Green College. I’m studying film history, and I’d like to get a position working with a museum or in the film industry cataloguing movies. Ideally, I want to work here in Cambridge in the little museum, creating digital and film content for the museum as well as cataloguing the films and clips in the archives.”
“Ah.” He gestured to Amanda, who’d just arrived. “I need you at the desk while I speak to this applicant.”
Amanda crooked her drawn-on eyebrow. “Is that what you’re calling it now?”
“What?” Kelly sighed. “If you can’t take me seriously, then I give up.”
“You’ll never work here with that attitude.” Amanda took her place behind the desk. “Good luck.”
Martin groaned. He liked Amanda, but not in a romantic way. Her sense of humor didn’t gel with his, and she tended to look at the world in a pessimistic manner. “Thank you.” He picked up the laptop and gestured to Kelly. “Ready?”
“Sure.” Kelly inched around the desk.
Amanda grabbed Martin’s arm.
“Hang on,” Martin said. He directed Kelly to the conference room. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.” He left her alone and returned to the desk. “Yes?”
Amanda rested her hands on her hips. The dress clung to her curves and showed too much cleavage, but she did her job and brought in customers. “What’s the deal?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” He raked his fingers through his hair. “What’s your beef?”
“She is.” He knew and couldn’t do much about it, but most of the girls who danced at the club were under twenty-five.
“She’s not dancer material.”
“Nope.” He could’ve told her that when Kelly first walked into the building.
“Yet you’re wasting your time on her.” She crooked her eyebrow again. “What’s gotten into you?”