Revved to the Maxx (Reynold’s Restorations #1) Read Online Melanie Moreland

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Reynold's Restorations Series by Melanie Moreland
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
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I wondered if I would qualify for welfare. Then I shook my head. I needed to find a job.

Any job.

My gaze fell to the tab I had open for Solutions for You, and I reread the posting I had made fun of last night. I chewed on my fingernail, staring at it. After last night, I was certain whoever posted this was a grumpy old curmudgeon.

Girl Friday. Cycleman. How ridiculous.

Something caught my eye, and glancing toward the door, I could see the shadows of feet outside the door at the bottom, and the handle was turning. Slowly. Silently. I watched, scared, as my lock turned, the metal glinting in the hall light. The door moved a fraction and stopped, the metal of the knives I had slid in stopping it. It moved again, then once more. The lock reversed back into place, the handle spinning back. There was a low curse, and the feet disappeared.

But I knew he’d be back.

My gaze went back to the screen. A grumpy curmudgeon was far preferable to a would-be rapist.

Recalling what he’d said about my attitude, I was certain he wouldn’t even accept my chat request.

Swallowing my pride, I clicked on the post and opened a chat window.

Charly: Is the job still available?

Chapter 3

MAXX

I sat at the old desk, running a hand through my hair. It had been another busy day—another day of falling behind on all the things that needed to be done. I grabbed a bottle of water and drained it, tossing it into the recycle bin.

I clicked the mouse, checking the computer. I needed to order some parts and get to the bank. I needed to do a lot of things that I never seemed to have the time or energy for these days.

I clicked on the job site, scanning through the messages. I’d had a dozen replies to the ad, all of which I dismissed quickly. Four were bogus, and one shared far too much personal information. A few wanted way more money than I offered. A couple frightened me, the women responding too old to be working. They were looking for a place to live, not a job. I didn’t have time to look after anyone. The others weren’t serious, which pissed me off. I didn’t have time to deal with idiots. The guy who had sent me a message last night had been a bit of a surprise. He certainly had an attitude and told me what he thought of my posting. He’d made me laugh, to be honest. It was a little sexist when I reread it, but I hadn’t had time to change it today. I disliked technology, mostly because I didn’t understand most of it. When I was younger, I was far more interested in the mechanics of an engine and spent all my time in the garage with my dad. I could use technology I was trained on for mechanics—the rest I found overwhelming and, frankly, annoying. Facebook, Instagram, websites—all of it. I used what I had to, but I also knew I needed someone with more experience to help me figure it out.

I was surprised to see a new message from Charly. Even more surprised when I saw he was asking if the job was available. At least, I thought that was his question—part of me wondered if he just wanted to spar again. Before responding, I checked his profile, seeing it gave little information, except he had experience in office management and was seeking a job immediately. Both of those pieces of information were welcome. Otherwise, it was set to private with no picture or other personal details.

Cycleman: Is this a general inquiry so you can criticize or a real question?

Charly: It’s a real question. It is a job, right? I need to be clear on that.

Cycleman: What else would it be?

Charly: Your post makes it sound like you’re looking for a spouse. If so I’m not the right one for you. I mean, Girl Friday—a little outdated.

He was right. It was outdated. But I didn’t want to waste any more time since I already knew his opinion.

Cycleman: You made that clear last night. My first time posting. I need someone to look after my shop and the house. The title was something I was familiar with.

Charly: Maid/Go-fer might be the best description.

Cycleman: Okay, fine. I am not looking for a spouse. At all. How about Assistant? Can you work with that description? Are you interested? I’m a busy man.

Charly: Busy—so you’ve said before. Keep your shirt on. I’m interested. I have a lot of experience in running an office and keeping a house clean. Been on my own for years. I can do both. Not a fancy cook, but you won’t starve. And I can bake a pie. How big is your dog?



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