Beep beep…. A car horn sounds as it flies past. Beep, beep.
“Fuck off,” I mutter, wearing black gym tights and a pale pink sports bra top. What must I look like from behind with my ass in the air?
In my defense, I wasn’t expecting this to happen when I rushed out the door to the gym at five this morning, now in hindsight I should have worn a T-shirt or something.
I struggle and struggle and, damn it, I’m working up a sweat here.
Who knew that tires were so heavy? Those mechanics must be buff, they make it look so easy.
I pull on the tire some more, “Come out.” I grunt, I put my foot up on the car to try and get some leverage.
Beep, beep, another car horn sounds as it flies by.
“Fuck. Off,” I snap, I’m getting infuriated now.
Seriously…. just how weak am I? I can’t even get a damn tire out of a trunk. I thought all the gym visits would have at least equipped me to get a fucking tire out of the trunk. I wipe the sweat from my brow and struggle some more. “Seriously, come out, you motherfucker!” I yell.
“Need some help?” A deep voice asks from beside me.
I glance up to see a policeman standing there in full uniform.
He’s tall and big, scary looking.
Fuck.
“Ahh….” I wince, oh no…. did he just hear me cussing like a sailor?
“Those tires can be real motherfuckers,” he says amused.
Yep…. he heard me alright.
I stand up embarrassed, “Oh I’m sorry, it’s just……” I can feel myself going red, one for swearing, two for wearing next to nothing, and three…. this damn cop is hot, and I’m a sweaty mess.
“Move aside,” he says.
“It’s fine, I’ve got it.” I cringe, I haven’t, not even close, he’s too attractive for me to look like I just crawled out of a dumpster. I will call my brother after all.
“I said, move aside,” he says all authoritarian like. He stands over 6ft3 at a guess, built like a truck, and he has light brown hair that has a little curl to it.
Hot.
I move to the side, and he leans over the tire, his forearms are muscular with thick veins coursing down the length of them.
“I was just driving along, and I heard a thumping sound, it scared me,” I splutter.
He glances over his shoulder at me, “Not the context you want to hear a thumping sound, I guess.” He turns back to the tire.
Oh……
My eyes drop down to his tight ass in his perfectly ironed police pants, I pull my sports bra down and my tights up higher, I feel overexposed.
“I was coming back from the gym,” I tell him, trying to explain why I look half undressed.
“Aha.” He keeps fiddling with the tire.
“And I couldn’t get the tire out.”
He passes me a bolt, “Well, you need to unscrew it first.”
