Gina and Paul
The Last Chance Program – Book Two
By
Misty Malone
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Malone, Misty
Gina and Paul, Last Chance Program Book 2
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Table of Contents:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
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Chapter One
Jason Jenkins walked into the kitchen and stopped. He stood in the doorway, watching the beautiful sight before him. His wife, Cheyenne, was a lovely sight to behold. Her long red hair flowed freely down her back, and she half sang, half danced along with the music from the radio as she stood at the counter chopping the vegetables for the salad she was making.
He walked up behind her and reached his arms around her waist, pulling her back against him. She jumped, startled, but quickly recovered and turned to face him. “You’ve got to stop scaring me like that,” she said as she reached up for a kiss.
He gave her the kiss she was looking for, and kept his arms around her waist as he looked down at her with a smile. “But I love watching you jump,” he admitted. “You’re so darn cute.” He quickly changed the subject before she had time to argue. “Supper smells delicious. Is it lasagna?”
“Yep. The last time I made it when Paul was here he ate three helpings.”
“I remember that,” Jason said with a chuckle. “Of course, by his own admission, Paul’s not much of a cook, so any home-cooked meal has appeal for him.”
“So he didn’t really like my lasagna all that much; it was just better than what he makes for himself?”
“No, no, I didn’t mean that,” he said with true remorse in his voice. “He eats out a lot because he can’t cook. But no, eating three helpings of your lasagna definitely meant he loved it.”
“Good,” she said, happy again.
“Why are you so intent on impressing him, oh, wife of mine?”
Cheyenne looked up at her husband and saw what was supposed to be a jealous look on his face, but she knew him too well. She knew he was teasing, and the mischievous imp in her couldn’t resist having a little fun. “Are you kidding? Why wouldn’t any woman want to impress him? Have you looked at him lately? He’s like 200 pounds of pure man, with sex oozing from him every time he flexes a muscle.”
Jason’s eyes grew larger. He picked her up and carried her to the kitchen table, where he pulled out a chair and sat down, arranging his giggling wife over his knees. “I see. Maybe it’s time I flex a muscle or two in my right arm.” He quickly flipped her dress up onto her back with one hand while holding the squirming, and still giggling, little ball of energy still with his other arm across her back. His hand came down with a solid smack on her panties, and to his shock, she laughed. He tried to sound stern while hiding a grin. “If you think that’s funny, I’m obviously not trying hard enough. I better remedy that.”
“I hear you lose strength as you get older,” she said through her giggles.
“I wouldn’t know,” he told her. “I’ll let you know when I get old.” His hand came down a bit harder than before, but still soft enough she knew they were playing. He’d given her half a dozen swats, when the doorbell rang.
“Oh, darn,” she said, still chuckling. “You’ll have to stop to answer the door.”
“You were literally saved by the bell, my dear,” he said with a soft laugh of his own. He replaced her dress and stood her on her feet, but pulled her in for a kiss before heading for the door. “We ma
y have to finish this later,” he said with a smirk when she pinched his butt as he turned to go answer the door.
“Promises, promises,” she laughed as she went back to finish the salad.
A couple minutes later her husband and Paul Parker, an employee of his, entered the kitchen. She quickly dried her hands and went to give Paul a quick kiss on his cheek, grinning at her husband as she did so. “Paul, it’s so good to see you again. How have you been?”
“I’ve been great. How about you, Cheyenne? You’re looking as lovely as you were the last time I saw you.”
Jason cleared his throat behind them, and they both turned to see him in his no-nonsense position, arms crossed at his chest and one eyebrow raised. His wife and employee looked at him, turned to look at each other, and back to him. Just as he assumed he’d made his point, they both started laughing.
“Oh, lighten up, boss,” Paul said. “It’s very clear that your wife has eyes only for you, but it’s fun to tease you just a little every now and then.”
A big smile spread across Jason’s face as he pulled Cheyenne close to him. “I know,” he admitted, “but it’s nice to be reminded of that every now and then. Especially when your wife can be a little brat,” he added as he leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Would you like a beer before dinner, Paul, or a glass of wine?”
Paul inhaled deeply and smiled. “Is that lasagna I smell?”
“It is,” Cheyenne answered, “and it should be ready to come out of the oven just about now.” She opened the oven door and reached for some potholders, but Jason picked up the potholders first.
“You made a big pan of it and I know it’s heavy. I’ll get it.” He lifted it out of the oven and set the large pan of pasta with the hot, bubbly cheese on the stove. “Honey, it looks and smells delicious.”
“It certainly does,” Paul agreed. “How soon do we get to sample it?”
Jason and Cheyenne smiled. “It needs to set for ten or fifteen minutes before we cut it,” she explained, “but if you two will help me set the table, we can go ahead and start with the salad. I have everything for the dressing in this shaker. All I have to do is shake it and it’ll be ready, and the salad’s already on the table.”
“Then why are we just standing here, Jason? Where are the plates?”
Five minutes later, they were all sitting down to dinner. They caught up on each other’s lives while they ate. Paul had three servings of lasagna once again, insisting she made the absolute best he’d ever tasted. They decided to hold off a little while on dessert.
“Then why don’t you two go into the living room or your office and get on with your business while I wash the dishes?” Cheyenne suggested.
“After you cooked us such a wonderful meal, why don’t you go in and put your feet up while we do the dishes?” Paul suggested.
“Nonsense. I know you came over here to discuss your next job assignment, so you two go right ahead. I don’t mind. Besides, it won’t take long. I already put everything in the dishwasher before we ate, so I don’t have much more to put in.”
“I’m glad to hear it won’t take long,” Jason said. “We’ll help you, though, because I’ve been hoping you wouldn’t mind sitting in on this one with us.”
Cheyenne turned to face Jason. This was the first time he’d suggested such a thing, and she was very surprised. “Of course,” she said, “but why do you want me there?”
“I’d like to hear your thoughts on this case. You know exactly how the program works, having been through it yourself, and the last couple times I’ve talked to you a little bit about a particularly challenging case one of the guys was working on, you’ve had some good insight into it. It’s occurred to me you could be one of our best resources, and I’m not utilizing that resource. I’d like to rectify that, if you’re willing to help.”
Her eyes were big as she stared at her husband. To say she was surprised was an understatement. She knew what her husband and his employees did. In fact, she knew quite well. Jason originally started the business with just himself, but it had grown to include nine men he’d hired after a very intensive interview and vetting process, and personally trained each one extensively.
In short, his program helped young ladies who were struggling, for one reason or another. In her case, she was very good at what she did professionally as a graphics design artist, but she’d had serious issues with her attitude. She’d chased away so many clients and coworkers that her boss had given her an ultimatum; she had to either take and successfully complete this last chance program, or she would lose her job. She’d agreed to do the program, and that’s how she’d met Jason.
He had come into town, and explained the program. He’d shown up at her door each morning at the precise time she was to be ready to leave for work, and stayed with her the entire day, until she was ready to go to bed at night. She’d worked at home, and he’d talked with her about proper protocol for an office, or anytime they were out in public, and explained what was acceptable and what wasn’t. Anytime she’d done something that wasn’t acceptable, he’d spanked her.
She’d completed the program, but the two of them fell in love during the process. She was the tenth lady Jason had worked with, but the first time he’d developed these special feelings. After she completed the program he’d moved to Springfield, Arizona, so they could explore a relationship. He’d stopped going out in the field, preferring to stay home to run the growing business, which also allowed him to be available if any of his men in the field needed to consult with him about a problem they were having with their client. The two of them were now married, and he ran that business and did some work with the local school district. She was still happily employed in her old job.
She heard his voice, but was lost in her thoughts and missed what he said. “I’m sorry; what did you ask?”
“I asked if you would be willing to sit in on our meeting.”
“Seriously?”
“I’m very serious,” he assured her. “Are you willing to help us?”
“Of course, but I don’t really know how I can help.”
“You can be a big help. You’ve been through the program, so you have a completely different view of it than we do. I’d love to have you sit in on our initial meeting, where we discuss the problems and possible solutions. If you think of something we haven’t mentioned, speak up, okay?”
“Okay, but you guys are the psychologists. I’m just—”
“You’re the only one of us who can offer insight into the program from a different perspective. You’ve been very helpful lately.”
Both men saw the pride in her eyes, but Jason also saw the mischief. “Okay, Mr. Behavior Modification Specialist. What can I do to help?”
“Tell us what it’s like from the brat’s point of view,” he said with a grin.
Paul smiled and leaned back against the counter and watched his boss pull Cheyenne in against him for a kiss, which she readily gave. From the day Paul met Jason and he explained his program to him, he’d been impressed. He thought it was a wonderful idea, and he thought Jason’s approach to helping these young ladies was nothing short of brilliant. He’d been both thrilled and proud when Jason selected him and trained him to be a part of it.
Looking at the two of them now, they personified the program and the success it’s had. Paul liked Cheyenne and had a lot of respect for the spunky little lady from the first time he met her. It was hard for him to imagine her the way they both described her before she met Jason. Jason said she was a real little firecracker when they originally met. That part he could easily see. She was still a feisty little thing, but it was just enough to keep Jason on his toes. She was now also such a sweet lady he had a hard time picturing her with a constant chip on her shoulder, though she assured him that was exactly what she’d been like.
Jason was a lucky man, that was for sure. It was easy to see how happy both of them were. Hopefully, some day he’d find a lady to make him just as happy. He forced his min
d back to the present, and the job assignment he was about to go on. As if reading his mind, Jason pulled his wife away long enough to point to the living room. “Let’s all go talk business.”
Cheyenne took in a fresh pot of coffee and cups, and they sat down. Jason handed Paul a folder, and opened a similar one and placed it on the coffee table in front of him and Cheyenne. “Okay, I’ll explain what I know about this case, and then we’ll talk about it. This one may be more difficult than some, but I guess time will tell. I thought the same thing about the last case I went on, but it turned out to be one of the easiest ones I’ve handled.”
Cheyenne had been looking at the picture of their client, and almost missed Jason’s comment. She caught it at the last moment and slapped his arm. “Hey, I heard that,” she said. “We all know I was your last case.”
“You were indeed, my dear, and when I first met you I thought you were going to be a real challenge.”
“Me? You thought I, innocent little me, was going to be a challenge?”
He chuckled as he addressed Paul. “Let me reword that. She was one of the easiest cases I’ve done. She’s been a challenge every day since then, however.”
Paul had to laugh at the look on her face.
“But you love it,” she said.
“I do,” he agreed. Cheyenne had a satisfied smile on her face, as she sat back to listen and watch the men discuss their newest client. “Now, getting to Gina. This is one time I don’t think we have to worry about whether or not she’ll agree to sign the contract.”
Paul’s eyebrows shot up. “That’s certainly unusual. Why do you say that?”
“She’s anxious to start. She called me two days after I got the call from her mother. She wanted to know how soon we could get started.”
Paul looked leery. “And she knows what the program consists of?”
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