Fuck, she looks so good like this, lost in her element, although I have to keep prodding her to take breaks. My job is mostly to stand to the side and pass her things while she laughs at me for not knowing the names of her tools.
She’s identified the problem and has already taken my bike to bits and is now putting it back together again.
Apparently, it needs a new part that should be straightforward to fit and then should be good to go.
I didn’t know until today I had a thing for sweaty, competent women getting shit done. Maybe it’s just Sin, or maybe it’s the mate thing messing with my head. All I know is I keep having to turn away to disguise my body’s reaction to her.
It doesn’t help that she’s wearing skin tight leggings and a tank top. Although, I’m pretty sure I’d be adjusting my hard dick if she was dressed in a potato sack or those overalls she’s always wearing.
I’m trying to be better here, to get to know her and not be the same surface-level prick I am with every other woman. But I guess my body hasn’t gotten the memo just yet.
“I think we should call it for today,” Sin says, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand and smearing grease over her lightly freckled skin.
I feel a stab of disappointment at her words, knowing that this was my shot at spending time together and I’m pretty sure I wasted it.
“Do you want to binge Alchemy Showdown with me until dinner?”
My heart soars and I can’t stop myself from grinning. Leaning closer until barely a foot separates us, I use my sleeve to clean the grease mark from her skin. Her breath stutters as I make contact, and I have to yank my hand back so she can’t see how it trembles.
Shit. If this is my reaction to just touching Sin after spending a single day in her company, this whole mate thing is gonna be a wild ride.
Chapter 24
Sin
In less than a month, I’ve gone from being painfully single and pretty damn lonely, to having two rockstar boyfriends and a rockstar mate.
What a headfuck.
It’s almost a week after the fated mate revelation with Dorian, and I feel like there aren’t enough hours in the day to get everything done. Between the job I’m actually getting paid to do, and splitting my time between getting to know Dorian while also spending time with Micah and Cal, it’s a lot. I’d like to split myself into four, although I’m pretty sure I still wouldn’t have enough time to get everything done.
I’ve been working obsessively for the past few days, and I know they’ve been mentally clocking up the hours I’ve been spending in the workshop.
Every few hours, Cal will come in to bring me a drink and a snack, or Micah will stop by and pull me in for a cuddle.
Dorian’s approach, though, is less subtle.
“You’re coming with me.” He pulls me to my feet, ignoring that I’m in the middle of working on something and my squawk of indignation at his interruption.
“I don’t have time today,” I tell him, rubbing my burning eyes.
I still have so much shit to get done. It’s unreal. I’ve been going to bed later and waking up at the ass crack of dawn, but I still don’tseem to be anywhere near finishing. I’ve tweaked thirty devices so far and have around forty to go.
Dorian puts his hand on my hip. “We’re done with the bike, Sin. She drives like an absolute dream and I need to test her out. The only way that could be any better is if you’re at my back.”
I smirk at the cheesy line, and he pinches my side in retaliation.
“You’ve been working for twelve hours nonstop today. I bet your magic is tapped out by now. You need a break.”
Ugh. He’s got me there. Turns out there’s nothing much more persuasive than Dorian when he’s actually trying to get you to do something.
We’ve spent a couple of hours every day fixing up his bike and it’s finally rideable again. Well... I’ve been fixing it up while Dorian sits around and watches. Sometimes he’ll write songs while I work on the bike or sometimes he brings his guitar outside and strums along while I work.
He’s surprisingly good company, considering what a dick he seemed at first.
“You fixed my bike, Sin, and looked sexy as hell while you did it. Now, I need you to let me show you my ruggedness and my worth by getting on my bike and giving that gorgeous big brain of yours a break for a while.”
I shoot him a flat look, even as I’m softening toward his argument. He’s right. I could do with a break and maybe a week long nap. The pile of things I have to do will still be there when we get back.
