While she told herself to go to the shop and simply ask for his number, instead, she found herself getting fancied up and trying to trap him alone once more. She was positive that if she tried to make it sound like she wanted something else from him, he’d balk and run for the hills. She could be wrong since she hardly knew him, but he’d said he didn’t want anything real with her. She stayed at home most nights, fantasizing about how he’d made her feel. Her battery operated boyfriend wasn’t good enough anymore, not since she’d had Grant inside her. She could still feel the way he pushed inside her, thick and so incredibly hard. It made her shiver just thinking about it.
It wasn’t as though Alex didn’t have a life. She had friends and hobbies. It was just that she was bored during the summer and what started as a lark turned into something so much more, and pretty much against her will. She couldn’t stop herself now if she tried. So she was disappointed to find that he didn’t open alone every week when she went back to find him. There were so many people and cars that she almost turned around and left, but she was pretty sure she’d been spotted. Thinking quickly, she scanned the available services on the board before she was approached.
“Can I help you?”
“Yeah, um, Floyd,” she read from his nametag. “I’d like a transmission flush.”
“Ma’am, do you realize your car probably isn’t old enough to require that service?”
“Oh. No, I didn’t realize that.” Alex chewed on her bottom lip as she contemplated the likelihood that she came across as psycho. “Will you do it anyway?”
He stared at her for a few seconds before scratching his protruding belly and thinking things over. Finally, he thrust the clipboard at her and walked down the steps into the pit.
“Hughes.”
“Yeah,” Grant answered from his spot under one of the cars.
“Your crazy bitch is back. Wants a transmission flush.”
“Her car can’t be old enough for that.”
“No, I don’t reckon it is,” Floyd answered. “But money is money.”
“I suppose you’re right,” Grant replied. He wiped his hands on a rag and watched Floyd retreat.
“And crazy is crazy,” Floyd muttered as he headed back up top.
Grant figured Alex was back and looking for one-on-one time. He could admit that he wished he was alone, but it was very rare for that to happen. They had enough work on a daily basis that at least two people were scheduled at all times unless there was an emergency. He considered the idea of actually asking for her number and not doing this weird dance they were stuck in, but he just as quickly dismissed it. He was adamant that he wasn’t looking to make this into a relationship. He wanted out of the box he’d built around himself.
He climbed the stairs to the ground level and found Alex in the waiting area. He walked over to her and stood in front of her while she tilted her head back to look up at him.
“Alexandra.” He nearly salivated at the tiny amount of clothing she had on.
“Grant.” While she enjoyed being eye level with his crotch, it seemed inappropriate. She stood in order to be face to face.
“How many miles are on your vehicle?”
“I don’t know exactly, but around twenty thousand or so.” She folded her arms to hide the fact that his presence caused her nipples to harden. The way he said her name caused her pussy to clench, but at least he couldn’t see the evidence of that. She was tempted to turn around and check the chair for a wet spot, but she refrained.
“Transmission flushes are recommended every thirty thou or so. You’re wasting your money getting it done early.” And that was something he couldn’t abide.
“But it’s my money to waste, isn’t it?” She raised an eyebrow in challenge.
“If that’s what you choose, then I can’t stop you. I just think you should be informed so that you know what you’re getting into.”
Alex bit her lip.Please get into me. “Just do it, Grant.”
He snorted and lowered his voice. “There are other ways to get in my pants. You must have money lying around if you’re going to insist on throwing it away on unnecessary car maintenance.”
“That’s none of your business.” Alex darted a glance at the guy behind the counter. He wasn’t watching, so she rested her hand briefly on Grant’s forearm. “You aren’t alone.”
He understood that she meant she’d hoped he would be. “I rarely am, at least at work.”
She sighed. “It’s not like you offered up your phone number. I didn’t know what else to do.”
“I don’t know, but this is the most unusual way to try to get a date that I’ve ever heard of.”
She smiled at that. “If I give you my number, will you call me, or will you run?”
