He stood abruptly, and the chair spun behind him as he pushed his way out the door. Rain was coming down in heavy sheets, pelting the roof and the pavement beyond the one open bay door. He’d left the rest closed that morning. It was only seven thirty, and he couldn’t believe she’d returned.
“You really can’t just come in here like that. There are safety regulations.” He glanced down at her spiked heels. “And they sure as hell don’t include footwear like that.”
Her eyes were on fire as she slammed the driver’s door. He was right about one thing; her hair was fantastic as it curled and swayed around her shoulders. “Look, mister, I tried to be nice yesterday, but I’m serious. There’s something wrong and I need you to fix it.”
She walked over to where Grant stood just outside the office. “Look, Miss—”
“It’s Alexandra.”
He put his palms up. “Excuse me,Alexandra. I already told you, there’s nothing wrong with your car.”
“No.” She stopped right in front of him. Her skirt swirled around her knees and he could just see through her white blouse.
“No, what?” Grant swallowed and folded his arms over his chest as he realized how attracted he was to her.
“No, it’s not my car I need fixed.”
Grant laughed. “Well, I’m a mechanic, so what the hell else could I fix for you?”
Alexandra leaned forward until he could smell her spicy perfume. His muscles coiled and bunched at the visceral reaction he was having to her proximity. “Me.Ineed to be fixed, and I needyouto fix me.”
Grant backed up into the wall. “Uh . . .”
She reached out and grabbed his head with both hands. She was almost his height in her ridiculous heels, and when she mashed her mouth to his, he could only gasp.
And then he dug in.
