She nods. “No worries.”
My fingers tap the counter, my tension growing as we wait for the machine to spit out the receipt.
“If you ever want to talk about it, you know where to find me,” she says
Talking’s the last thing I’d want to do if I took the time to look her up.
“Thanks.”
She raises a brow at me. “I can tell you’re not one for sharing your feelings much. But you should think about it. The way that vein on your neck is throbbing, I’d say you’re overdue to get it out of your system. I really am a good listener.”
I shrug and don’t know what comes over me when I reply with, “I lost my wife and young daughter to a drunk driver.”
“I’m so sorry for your loss.” This time her hand covers mine on the counter, and she gives it a squeeze. “I can’t imagine…”
“It was a couple of years back.” I’m strangely ready to say more, but the credit card machine starts to print her receipt with a jarring whir, ending the moment. I rip off the part she needs to sign and lay it on the counter between us, sliding her card and a pen over to her. “Well, thanks for your business,” I say instead.
Amber picks up the pen and signs the slip, returning her card and the receipt to her purse. But she doesn’t leave when she’s done. She just keeps looking up at me as though still deep in thought.
“Is there something else I can help you with, Miss?”
No answer. She just stands there. Watching me. Assessing me. Who knows what’s on her mind. She’s clearly comfortable in her own skin, standing here facing me with nothing to say. Her eyes move up and down the length of my body, and she shifts her weight from one long, sexy leg to the next. It’s a hypnotizing temptation, but this isn’t the time or place to cross the line with a customer.
“We really are closed now, Miss Roberts…unless there’s something else you’d like me to help you with.”
“What else do you have in mind, Diesel?” she asks coyly.
I smile. There’s a hell of a lot I can say to that. But I keep the auto shop innuendo to myself and just stand at the counter admiring her as she picks up her purse from the chair behind me and returns to the counter.
I don’t need to have a wrench thrown at my head to know this leggy blonde is into me. She slides her fingers along the width of the counter, closing the distance to where my hand rests. Her red fingernails capture my attention, and I instantly picture those nails dragging along my back as I bury into her.
Okay. I’ll play.
“You’re one for playing with fire, aren’t you?” I ask.
She throws me a playful wink. “Only because I’m pretty sure you know your way around a girl’s…clutch.”
I walk around the counter, not in the least bit worried about my job now that she’s given me such a clear invitation. Leaning forward, I whisper just inches from her ear, “I think you’d like it when I get under the hood and put in my dipstick.”
Fuck, I bet she wasn’t expecting me to go there. She lets out a sexy moan, and my dick stiffens.
“Or I could turn you around and take care of that junk in your trunk.”
She doesn’t say a word, but she doesn’t have too. The lust in her eyes says enough, on top of the intense heat between us. Then Amber giggles a little, and fingers the top button of her blouse. It feels like a big win when she finally makes the first move to touch me. Lifting a hand, she slides her fingers over my forearm, creating a trail of wicked heat in their wake.
“I’d love to see you try…if you have enough torque to handle me, big boy.”
We’re past go, and we both know it. Neither of us is ready to relent. Unblinking, I retort, “Once I have your juices flowing, it’ll be more than enough to get your gears going. Don’t worry, little lady. I’ll flood your system until you’re purring.”
A near purr escapes from her throat. Her eyes dip down to my Adam’s apple and back up. She nods her head and stifles a laugh as she presses both palms against my chest. We’re close enough to kiss, so close I can smell the faint perfume on her skin, so close I can see the flecks of green and gold in her eyes.