She sat up a little straighter. Holly was a knockout. And if I was in the market for a fun fling, she was exactly the type of woman I’d like to fling with. She had a long neck and a rack to die for. Her tits, encased in a mint green woollen sweater, no doubt cashmere or something expensive, looked like the perfect handful. And her lips, even without makeup, were red, and I could already picture them wrapped around my cock unmanning me.
“Can you do it?” she asked.
Can I fuck you seven ways to Sunday and make you forgetall your problems? Why yes, ma’am, I can. But that probably wasn’t what she was asking. Especially not with her daughter sitting across from her nibbling on a cookie.
With a shake of my head, I tried to shake off the adults’ only thoughts and focus on the question I was being asked. Not on the woman asking and wondering how quickly I could get her naked.
“I can, but …”
“I don’t think I’m going to like the but.” She grimaced.
“It’s going to take a few days. I don’t keep Porsche parts on hand,” I explained.
The disappointment was evident.
“Mom?” the little girl asked.
“Yes, princess?”
The woman was strong. Even with the bad news I’d just hit her with, she pasted on a smile and assured her daughter that everything was going to be okay. And I had no doubt with a mother like that, it would be. I might not know anything about them, but even the most cynical of us could recognize a good mother when we saw one.
“Are we still going to see Poppy tonight?”
“I don’t know, Noelle. Can you give me a minute to talk to the man about our car? Then we can call Poppy and figure out what to do.”
“Okay.” Noelle sighed dramatically before picking up her mug of hot chocolate and stirring it with a candy cane.
Holly rose from her chair and led me away from the table.
“Okay, Chris. Tell me. How bad is it? Really?”
“I won’t know until I take a good look at it in the morning. Best case scenario, it’s just the axle.”
I’m a sick, sick man. When she took a deep breath, her chest heaved, and I couldn’t help but track the rise and fall of her tits. “And worst case?”
“The worst case is, it’s something more. Honestly, I won’t know until I get it up on the hoist and take a look.”
“Okay.” Defeat hit her, and I was worried she was going to slump to the ground. All the fight and all the energy seemed to leave her body all at once leaving her pale and fragile.
“Look, I’ll do my best, but your biggest problem isn’t what’s wrong with it …”
“It isn’t?”
“No.”
“Do I even want to know?”
“The problem is sourcing the parts. Given the make and model of the car, I probably will need to order something. It’s two days before Christmas, and there’s a blizzard out there. Evergreen Lake is about to be cut off and nothing will get through. Hell, it was almost too dangerous to be out there when I was headed back and that was an hour ago. It won’t be long before they close the roads.”
“Close the roads?” Holly gasped, looking for the exit.
“Yeah. Happens sometimes,” I offered, wondering what the panic was about.
“I … I have to go. I’m supposed to be at the ski resort. My father is waiting …”
She was spiraling. She was spinning in circles not going anywhere.
I reached out and grabbed her shoulders, holding her in place. When I lifted her chin with my dirty fingers, the truth about how different the lives we led couldn’t be more evident. She has smooth, creamy white skin, and I had grease under my nails I’d never get out. I pulled them away, not wanting to stain her.
