“I’m everybody’s type, darlin’,” he said, smirking.
Ugh. He was too.
There wasn’t a thing about him someone in the world wouldn’t find attractive. From his good looks, toned biceps, and probably muscular everywhere else body, his dreamy blue eyes, the sexy as hell smirk…the man could probably bed any woman he wanted.
“I’m all about confidence, buddy, but you’re a little much even for me.”
“Austin,” he stated.
“Austin?”
He nodded. “Name isn’t buddy. It’s Austin.”
“Good to know,” I told him before walking away, heading toward the parking lot.
“Hey, sweet cheeks, want a ride?” a man said as soon as I stepped outside.
I kept walking, not bothering to stop and tell him to fuck off. Now wasn’t the time, and this wasn’t the place.
I continued to ignore the catcalls and whistles from various men as I made my way to my Jeep, climbing inside and slamming the door. I sighed, resting my head against the steering wheel for a few seconds, letting myself cool off before I tried to drive away.
When I was angry, I usually had a lead foot. The last thing I needed right now was another ticket. Two deep breaths later, I lifted my head, placed the key in the ignition, and twisted.
But instead of turning on, the Jeep made the most horrendous sound, like the engine was grinding and nothing else.
“Goddamn it!” I shouted to myself, slamming my palm against the steering wheel. “Not again, you bastard.”
I leaned back, resting my head against the seat, and closed my eyes. I’d give it a few minutes, trying not to flood the engine before I tried to start the Jeep again.
I jumped as there was a tap on my window, and my eyes flew open, my head twisting to the side. “Fucking hell,” I muttered, clutching my chest.
“You need help?” Austin, the hot, cocky bastard from inside the bar, asked.
I rolled down the window because my Jeep was old and didn’t have fancy electric windows. “I’m fine. Move along.”
He laughed, lifting his forearm to rest it against the doorframe. “I’m not leaving until you get her running.”
“It’s a he and he’s a little volatile, but he’ll start.”
“He sounds just like his owner.”
I rolled my eyes, turning my head away from Austin to stare out the windshield. Maybe if I ignored him, refused to engage with him, he’d leave. It was possible, and if all else failed, I’d pull out my big guns and chase him away.
A minute later, with me still staring out the front window, ignoring him, he pushed off the car. I let out a breath, knowing victory was mine and he was finally leaving me alone. But then he turned, his ass moving to the passenger door as he crossed his arms over his chest, staring out across the parking lot.
“What are you doing?” I asked, watching him in my side mirror, my eyes wandering down his muscular frame.
“I’m not leaving you alone in a place like this with a car that isn’t working.”
“I don’t need to be rescued.”
“I’m just here as backup.”
“Don’t need that either.”
“Try it again,” he ordered, turning his head to stare at me.
“What?” I narrowed my gaze, still looking at him in the side mirror, neither of us moving or backing down.
