Lana smiled, just a little, and turned her attention back to her part. Lana had quit catching Amber's parts. About ten minutes later, parts and boxes were backing up on the belt and falling to the floor. Jackie sighed and started out of her station to head back to pick up the mess. She knew Lana would make a point to make sure none of their parts were missed and mixed up in the bullshit mess.


"Back to your station," a man's voice, low, sensual, and rude, came from behind her as she was kneeling, picking up parts.


"It's okay, I got 'em," Jackie replied, without looking at who she was talking to.


"Are they your parts?" he asked.


"That's funny," Jackie said, giggling. "I've been here two months and have yet to miss a part."


"Oh, you sound pretty confident with yourself."


Still not looking, Jackie wasn't thinking. "You're damn right I am confident. In two months, I can keep up and surpass some of the people who have been here for years." Jackie paused for a second, picked up a box, and placed it in her lap. "Yeah, I am confident. They can fire me if dedication and perfection to the job aren't what they're after. I don't care. I'm here to do my job. Simple as that." Of course, Jackie did care. She had two babies at home who were depending on her. She sighed and continued to pick up parts.


"Jackie, hurry up, I'm running out of room for your parts," Lana yelled at her, then froze. She looked like a deer in headlights. The look caught Jackie's attention, and she shot up and spun around on her heel, right into the chest of their 5'11" third-shift plant manager. Jackie placed her hands on his chest to keep her from smashing her forehead into his nose. Jackie slid her eyes from her hands slowly up his chest, saw his radio on his shoulder—oh wow, broad shoulders and clean-shaven. Jackie took a deep breath of his scent, and before she opened her eyes to meet his, her body was hot, tight, and hungry all of a sudden, just from his scent.


She was in trouble, and she knew it.


Jackie finally looked at his eyes, her gut tightened, her center twisted, and her sex moistened. Staring back at her were the deepest, soulful, brown-hazel eyes she had ever seen. There was a tug in Jackie's body that she had never felt before. It took her a second, but she shook her head, realising his hands were on her arms. She moistened more, instantly. "Oh my god, I am sorry, so, so sorry." Jackie managed to stumble out of his reach, quickly finished with Amber's parts, and almost ran back to her own station, without giving him a chance to say a word. She did, however, steal a glance over her shoulder—he stood there, arms crossed, with a smile on his face, which reached his eyes. Oh my.


"Hey, Earth to Jackie. Hello?" Lana was practically yelling at her.


"Yeah, sorry, thanks, Launa."


"So, who's the stud muffin?" Launa giggled at her with a sweet, devilish smile and wiggling her eyebrows. Jackie blushed.


"That's our plant supervisor, Mr. Gregory. Peter, I believe, is his name."


"Oh, so you know Mr. Bossman then?"


"Yes. No, no, not like that. I know of him, that's it, I swear." Lana laughed so hard at the sheer terror I am almost sure I had on my face.


"What's so funny?" That voice was unmistakable. Mr. Bossman was standing in her station, close enough for Jackie to smell him—man, musk, oil, sweat, and a hint of something she couldn't identify. Her sex moistened and tightened AGAIN. The look on Jackie's face was almost as if she had seen a ghost. Her color left, and she stumbled.


"Oh, Mr., Mr. Bossman, Peter, oh my god, I am sorry, Mr. Gregory, we were—talking about" —the look on Jackie's face, a mix of horror, blushness, excitement, sexual arousal—stopped Launa dead.


"Sorry, Mr. Gregory, we were talking about Amber". Launa said Saving Jackie.


"Oh, and what is it about Amber that was so funny?" Peter asked as he crossed his arms, smiled, and leaned against Jackie's table.


Jackie hadn't yet actually turned around to completely face him yet—she was busying herself with catching her parts, as well as getting caught up on all the parts that Launa had caught for her. Her eyes started at his feet—steel-toed boots, they were a requirement on the job—his feet were smaller than the average man. Hmm, I wonder if that means he has a small cock. Oh my god, Jackie, stop it! Her eyes continued up his body; his legs were crossed, but covered in a light wash blue jean. She couldn't tell what his ass looked like, because he was facing her, but she saw the front of his waist—oh my Jesus, her mouth watered, and she was sure her eyes went to the size of saucers. The bulge was there, and by the strain on his pants, she could tell he was hung. Stop it, Jackie! Jackie had to pull her eyes from his trapped, massive, throbbing cock in his pants to continue taking him in. His tummy wasn't flat, but it wasn't hanging over his pants either. His arms crossed against his chest, even through his loose three-button polo, she could tell he had tone, but he wasn't a musclehead.


She landed on his face—she knew not to get his eyes just yet. Peter was older, she could tell by the fine lines on his face; he had deep laugh lines, which meant to her he smiled a lot. She grinned to herself, his hair a color between light and dark brown, with some salt and pepper throughout. Her sex twitched again—oh my god, can I seriously be attracted to him? Jackie finally met his eyes—deep, soulful, sexy brown. Yes, they were for sure brown, dark with lust, knowledge of pleasure and mystery. He was listening to Lana and nodding.


Jackie's breath caught as his eyes landed on hers. "Right, Jackie? Hey, Jackie, come in!" Lana had to hit her to pull her back to reality.


"Yeah, what?" she hollered.


"The parts—they were Amber's, she wasn't paying attention, nor cared to catch them." Lana had that look of question, that come on, agree with me, so we stay out of trouble.


"Oh yeah, she was paying attention to Mike, not her work." Jackie had a tiny bite behind her words. She turned back to Mr. Gregory without looking into his eyes; instead, she focused on his lips. Hmm, wonder how soft they are, what they'd feel like in my nipples, neck, or clit. Jackie's sex twisted with the thought and groaned, and her eyes shot up in terror—she had moaned, OUT LOUD, and he had heard it. Peter licked his lips and smiled, a very dangerous and sexy grin—I'm in huge trouble.