Donovan snickers. “Last time he pissed her off, she popped his shoulder.”
I take a step closer, raising the wrench in challenge. Today’s a heel-free day, so I’m shorter than him—but since when has that ever stopped me? Times like this, all my self-control goes flying out the window.
“Want me to show you just how coordinated I can get?”
I jerk my chin at his fly, flashing him a knowing look. He did come looking for someone to get working on his nuts and bolts, after all…
“A nineteen-millimeter?” He laughs. “Yeah, that’s not gonna cut it.”
I know perfectly well that the diameter of his dick has to be more than those nineteen millimeters, but there’s no way I’m letting him win this round.
“I’ve got a feeling it’ll be more than enough.”
“Trust me—it won’t.”
“Trust me—it will.”
He sighs. “Fine. I’ll just have to show you how wrong you are.”
“Ready when you are.”
There’s a fire starting in the pit of my belly, my fingers wrapping tighter around the wrench, but I hold his gaze all the same.
“Okay, kids. Take it easy,” RJ calls over. “Lewis, keep your pants on. Amy, drop the weapon.”
“Aww, man!” Donovan pipes up. “I wanted to see her in action.”
RJ snatches the tool away from me, while I keep my eyes locked on Lewis. I can’t look away. Now that the pressure is dropping, all I can think is just how drawn I am to him. It’s unsettling, to say the least. I don’t even know him, but it’s already the second time he’s wound me up, and no matter how much he pisses me off, my heart isracing hard. It’s like I’ve suddenly got this split personality—the Amy I know by heart, and some other random girl who just popped up out of nowhere.This is out of control.
Donovan clears his throat. “Did you have time to think over Lewis’s offer, Firebird?”
I glance back and forth between them, taking in the two very different expressions plastered over their faces—Donovan’s eager, excited; Lewis’s impossible to read.
“What’re you guys talking about?” RJ asks.
“We need new drivers for next year.”
The mechanic shoots me a quick look, and I know exactly what he’s thinking—the work would bewaylower key than my usual side hustles.
“That’s a great idea.” He nods eagerly.
Donovan flashes a thumbs-up. “Agreed. So, what do you think?”
“I already accepted.”
“For real?”
He and Lewis stare at me.
I cross my arms over my chest. “Don’t you remember? I whispered it in your ear. Maybe you were kinda distracted, though.”
“Maybe I was kinda too busy getting assaulted.”
“That wasn’t assault,” I snort. “That was me demonstrating how I can handle myself.”
Donovan slaps his friend’s shoulder. “So, is that a deal? You think you could start onboarding next week, Lewis?”
“She’s my trainee, dude. I’ll decide when we start.”
