“So, you’re a mechanical engineer, huh? You like taking shit apart and fixing it?”
Smiling, I nodded my head. “Yes, ma’am, I do.”
Leaning back, she placed her hands over her stomach. “I’m stuffed.” Tilting her head she smiled at me again. I was quickly learning to like this girl. She was fun and had a positive attitude. What a fucker of a husband not to see what an incredible woman he had. “I have a proposition for you.”
Looking surprised, I said, “I’m listening.”
“Ryn told me she wasn’t dating anyone. The guy she’s with is clearly into her more than she is him.”
“You’re observant.”
Smiling, Sierra tossed her head to the side and half-heartedly lifted her shoulder. “My job maybe? Or the fact that Daddy used to be involved in the Italian mafia and I learned a lot . . . too much really, when I was younger.”
Shit. Sierra just keeps getting more and more interesting.
Gesturing with my head, I said, “Go on.”
She popped up in her seat, nodding her head. “Oh right. So, my guess is, this guy . . . shit, what was his name?”
“Dodge,” I growled between my teeth.
Laughing, Sierra said, “Right. Dodge. I’m guessing he is just a friend who serves as a fuck buddy in a sense. I can see the idea of him drives you crazy. Very crazy. If Ryn still needs a fuck buddy after ten months, that tells me she is still hung up on you. Now, you said you’re both here a good two weeks or so. I think what you need is to somehow show Ryn what she’s missing. Show Ryn she doesn’t need Homerun after all.”
“Dodge. His name is Dodge.”
Grinning like a fool, Sierra chuckled. “Trust me. By the sound of that orgasm, his name is Homerun. Now, I need a few things taken care of at my place. Namely, my lawnmower needs to be fixed and a new garage door opener needs to be installed like ASAP. I’ll be your Dodge. Your pretend fuck buddy for the next—” She looked down at her cell phone. “For the next week. Our goal . . . make Ryn see what she really wants, and that’s not Dodge.”
Lifting, my mouth into a smile, I asked, “Are you sure you don’t want to put sex on the table with this agreement?”
Laughing she shook her head. “I’m nobody’s fuck buddy, Tristan.”
I was stunned into silence. Who is this girl? I looked up at the ceiling. Sierra leaned forward and looked up as well. “What are you looking at?”
I shook my head. “I’m not sure, but I think heaven just sent me an angel.”
Peeking over at her, she laughed and held out her hand. “Do we have a deal?”
Glancing over Sierra’s shoulder, I saw Ryn walking in with Dodge. His arm was thrown over her shoulder. My stomach instantly felt sick at the sight of the two of them together. As my mind traveled back to this morning, the anger began to bubble up. I made the decision right there that I liked Sierra’s plan. Quickly grabbing Sierra’s hand, I pulled her halfway across the table. Placing my hand behind her neck, I pressed her lips to mine. It took a bit of prodding, but she finally opened her mouth to me. The sweet taste of blueberries lingered on her tongue and I moaned. When I pulled away, I took a quick peek toward the door. Ryn stood stunned as she watched me kiss Sierra. Kissing her quickly on the lips again, I whispered, “Deal.”
Leaning back, I relaxed in my chair as Sierra sat back. “Holy shit. I like how you seal your deals.”
Looking into her eyes, I gave her a smile that I could tell affected her. “You should see me in bed, sweetheart. I really know how to seal that deal.”
Her mouth parted open slightly. “I don’t doubt that one bit. I bet you’re a good lover.”
“I’m better than good.” I stood and took out my wallet. Throwing a few twenties onto the table, I took Sierra’s hand and brought it up to my lips. “It’s show time, sweetheart.”
Sierra’s eyes widened. “What? Ryn’s here? Is that why?”
Nodding my head, I pulled her to me. “Where did you go to college?”
“Um . . . University of Texas.”
Nodding, I pulled her closer to me. “By the way, my name is Tristan. Let me take the lead.”
She giggled nervously. “Pesh, you’re gonna have to because I wasn’t prepared to slip into role. Besides, that kiss and your name left me slightly turned on.”
Looking at her, I chuckled. “Really?”
She looked straight ahead, nodded, and whispered, “It’s show time.”
