I stare at the bolt in the palm of his hand, “Oh.” I feel my face flush with embarrassment.
“Right.” I cringe, kill me now. Am I really this dumb?
He lifts the tire out with ease and lays it down on the ground, he gets the jack out and starts to pump it to lift the car, my eyes drop down to his thick quad muscles that I can see through his pants, hmm…… seriously though.
He’s a policeman.
I snap my eyes away as I remember where I am.
A trace of a smile crosses his face as if he can read my mind.
I pull my sports bra down again, indignant that he’s caught me perving.
“I’m fine from here, thank you.” I tell him.
His eyes come to meet mine, “What’s your name?”
“Zoe.” I wipe the toe of my runners over the dirt to distract myself from his big blue eyes. “What’s yours?”
“Dylan.”
I roll my lips to hide my smile, he has a name and holy hell, it’s hot, hot, hot.
“Well, Zoe, there’s something you should know about me,” he says in his deep raspy voice, he gets onto his knees and looks up at me from the ground, “I always finish what I start.” The air crackles between us.
I bet you do.
“Well…….” My pea brain misfires, “Umm,” I shrug, “That’s good.”
Oh hell…… that’s good?
Seriously, is that the best reply I’ve got, what the hell is wrong with me?
Quick, say something that’s cute and witty.
Mind blank……..shit!
Okay, it’s better to stay silent than to say something ridiculous, I’ll just keep quiet.
The morning traffic is whizzing by, I can’t take my eyes off him as he removes the bolts and takes the tire off, he lies down onto his back with his knees bent and my eyes linger on his quad muscles that I can see through his pants.
He’s a machine.
Unfortunately, he changes the tire in record speed, and I kind of wish this took all day.
“There you go, Zoe.” He stands, “All done.” He gives me this big, beautiful smile, complete with dimples and a sparkle in his eyes, and my breath catches as we stare at each other. Holy……
Jeez.
“Thank you, Dylan.”
“The pleasure was all mine, ma’am.” He gives me a playful wink.
Okay, what the hell? This cop could be a stripper or something.
“I’m sure changing tires isn’t in your job description.” I smile, grateful for his kindness.
“You would be surprised what’s in my job description.”
