Jen gets herself a man Throwout

*Note the name change for the character of Jen..I re read and realize I already used the previous last name in a description from earlier...damn you cohesive writing. 

 Enjoy another excerpt from Shit Storm
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The Elevator bay is crowded as I stand waiting for the next car. My phone has been blowing up for the better part of the last hour. I let at least two cars go before climbing aboard the third. The waiting area has almost cleared out so only one other person and I enter. Still furiously texting my assistant, I accidently walk right into a wall of human flesh before I know what I am doing.

“Pardon me little lady.” A deep voice that hits me right in the crotch reverberates in the small space. I trail my eyes up from my phone until I am craning my neck almost all the way backwards. Towering above me is a flurry of neck tattoos attached to a gloriously bushy beard. A pair of honey brown eyes looks down on me from behind a mop of unruly chestnut hair. He winks as me with a crooked grin as I stand just an inch from pressing my chest to his. “You ok beautiful?”

For the first time, in like, ever, I am at a loss for words. All I can do is stare as this beast of a man gives me a full on smile. 

“What floor honey.” The colossus before me leans closer, almost touching me, and then extends his arm to push one of the buttons on the wall behind me. I close my eyes and take in his scent. Gucci cologne infiltrates my senses, one of my favorites. He straitens himself looking at me curiously once more. I am still locked in the same position. The giant takes a step back, leaning against the railing and crossing a leg over the other. I am finally able to function now that he isn’t within range of my…anything. 

I clear my throat and whip around to hit the button for the 22nd floor, noticing it is already lit up. Standing there with my finger hovering over the button like an idiot, I finally drop my hand. In the mirrored door, I can see the jolly tattooed giant shake with a chuckle he is trying to contain. He sees me watching him and I dart my eyes away, growling at myself for being such a fucking weirdo. 

The lift comes to a halt and the door opens. I dart out the doors and beeline it toward Storms…err our room. Holy shit, what the hell was that? That has never happened before. Jen Ballbuster Gable does not get flustered by men, or anything else for that matter. Just get to the room. I just need to get to the room. 

“Excuse me Miss.” That damn voice jolts me right in my lady bits again, sounding like it is right behind me. Damn these short legs.  I whip around without skipping a step in my four-inch Louboutin heels. I still barely reach his shoulders. Walking backwards I attempt to scowl at the man who is just a pace or two away.  He still looks infuriatingly amused at my expense. “You dropped this.” He smiles as he extends his arm toward me. In his hand is my phone.  

Reaching for the rouge device, I force a tight smile. I am not comfortable with the butterflies this Norse god elicits inside of me. My hand makes contact with his as I clasp the phone, sending shockwaves of tingles through me. Just as I remove it, one of my heels catches and I start to fall backwards. My arms flail backward, and the world goes into slow motion as I watch the floor come up to meet my ass. Only I never make impact. A muscular set of arms wraps around me and has me off the floor pressed to the chest of Thor the god of thunder.  My face is just a breadth away from his as he looks into my eyes, slowly sliding me back down his chest o the floor. I hate that I relish the feeling.

“You ok?” God I hate that voice. This fucker owes me new panties. 

“Fine.” My voice comes out breathy as I try to smooth down my skirt and silk blouse. Fuck my life, what the fuck was that. “Thank you.”

“Any time gorgeous.” He winks again. Son-of-a-Cuban-whore, he pisses me off. “What’s your name kitten?” So far he has called me every cutesy pet name in his shit-no-man-should-ever-say-to- me arsenal. Only I don’t hate it so much when he says it.

“Jen.” Ugg why am I only able to speak in one syllable answers. 

The Ice giant extends his hand toward me in offering. “Odin James.”

“Of fucking course that’s your name.” Perfect, now my ability to speak returns. 

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