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“So, Mr. O’Connell, can I get the details of your car, please?” I ask as he smiles brightly at me.
“Do you need me to write it down?”
“I’ve worked here for a while. I think I can remember the make and model of your car, Mr. O’Connell.”
He raises his eyebrow. “I’m sure you can, Miss Taylor.”
I’m taken aback at him calling me by my surname. Then I remember giving him the ‘with compliment’ slip this morning with my particulars. So, I ask impatiently, “Again, can I have your details?”
“Please… call me Aiden.” He grins mischievously.
“Fine, Aiden, your details… please?” I almost beg.
He chuckles, seeming pleased with himself. “It’s an Aston Martin V12 Vantage, manual.”
My jaw drops. “That’s an incredible car. Why are you bringing it here for repairs and not to the dealership you bought it from?”
There’s an awkward silence for a few seconds, and then he clears his throat breaking the tension.
“I bought the car in another state, and I don’t have the time to take it there. I saw your sign on the main road, and it looked reputable. So, I thought, why not?”
I don’t want to question the fact that there are Aston Martin dealers in this state, so I leave it. I direct him to the red leather couch in the corner of the room. “Please take a seat over there. I’ll be right back.”
“Sure thing, Jeni,” I hear Aiden announce.
“Cute but arrogant,” I whisper quietly to myself and keep walking, almost stomping as I head toward Bob’s office.
I can hear Bob’s gruff voice bellow through the phone to a supplier before I even get halfway to his office. It sounds like a tornado ripping through the workshop. I smirk as I step up to his doorway. “I don’t care about the price. Get it here as soon as possible,” he yells.
He slams the phone down with a hefty sigh. His balding red hair parts badly on his head as he reclines in his chair. His coveralls are cleaner than the guys in the workshop, but they’re still littered with grease. I guess doing more clerical stuff these days keeps him in his office, but I know he likes to get his hands dirty on occasion. His belly seems a little more rotund every time I see him, but it only makes him look more and more like a cuddly teddy bear. I can’t help but feel warmth toward him as I clear my throat.
He turns and smiles at me. “What a fucking day, and it’s only mid-afternoon. Hopefully, this next job will cheer me the hell up.”
I smile, knowing I’m not the only one having a bad day. “I think you’ll be very happy with the next one. It’s one of your favorite cars.” His eyes light up. “Actually, it’s the car that rear-ended me this morning. There’s damage to the front and the rear of the body. The owner’s still able to drive it, so I assume there’s no chassis or engine damage—”
“All right, all right, what kind of car is it?” Bob interjects, acting like a child on Christmas Day waiting to open his presents.
I let out a small laugh. “Why don’t you come and have a look?” Bob jumps out of his chair and almost runs to the rear roller-door entry.
Stopping him, I add, “Bob, the car’s in the front parking lot. He came into the office to give me the details first.”
He looks at me questionably, but then quickly changes direction, heading toward the front office door, walking briskly, almost sprinting. Bob continues straight past Aiden and out the front door. Aiden stands to meet me, and I smile coyly. I look away, reaching to open the door at the same time he does. Our hands touch slightly, and a jolt of electricity surges between us. Gasping and quickly pulling my hand from his while he smiles a brilliant, dazzling smile, my heart gallops a million miles a minute—I’ve never felt anything like that before.
Maybe it was static electricity?
When Aiden holds the door open for me, I move outside to follow Bob. What I can’t understand is just how easily Aiden affects me. What’s even more crazy, I like it!
“Oh, man, an Aston Martin V12 Vantage. Does a top speed of one hundred and ninety miles per hour. Zero to sixty-five in four point five seconds. I love this color, man. Carbon black, the best color there is.” The biggest smile on Bob’s face makes him look like he’s just won the lottery.
Aiden starts up a conversation with him. They’re talking about the specifications and styling of the car—usual guy shit. I stand back and admire Aiden’s physique. He’s dressed in a dark blue suit with a white shirt and loose-fitting blue tie looking like the budding young businessman he probably is.
He has me pinned against the wall. My arms wrap around him as he kisses my neck slowly and softly. I sigh as the feeling of being touched again is so fucking good. Our eyes connect while his bright blue orbs gaze straight into mine. As I shiver with excitement, his hand moves down to the top button of my coffee-stained white blouse. One button pops open, then the next as he kisses my delicate skin. I let out a quiet moan. “Mmm—”
Shit, shit, shit! I awake from my reverie, realizing, to my complete and utter mortification, that I moaned out-freaking-loud. Bob and Aiden, both turn to look at me. My head swirls feeling lightheaded, and my chest tightens in fear. My entire body flushes so incredibly hot that I can hardly stand the sensation, all while Bob stares at me questionably with his eyebrows raised. “Are you okay?”
My heart races, and my breathing quickens as panic sets in. I look over at Aiden, and his cheeky smile sends a calming wave of energy over me. He winks, and my eyes shoot to the ground in undeniable embarrassment. “I’m fine. Just hungry. Was thinking of, um… pizza?”
Both Aiden and Bob laugh. I sigh with relief, hoping they bought my story but knowing they probably didn’t. Bob continues to speak to Aiden about what he’ll need to repair on his vehicle and arranges for him to pick up the car on Friday. “Jeni will give you a call to let you know what time your vehicle will be ready.”
