Page 31 of Mr. Perfect


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“Oh, man,” she sighed. “Can I see it?”

“Not until we finish our negotiations.”

“Negotiations?”

“Yeah. About when we’re going to finish what we just started.”

Her mouth fell open. “You mean you aren’t going to let me see your truck until I agree to have sex with you?”

“You got it.”

“You’re crazy if you think I want to see your truck that bad!” she shouted.

“It’s red.”

“Oh, man,” she whined.

He crossed his arms. “Put up or shut up.”

“Don’t you mean ‘put out’?”

“I said we’d negotiate a date. I didn’t say we’d do it now. You couldn’t pay me to go anywhere near your egg.”

She gave him a speculative look. “I’ll show you my power plant if you’ll show me your truck.”

He shook his head. “No deal.”

She never told anyone about her dad’s car. For all her friends knew, he was simply paranoid about the family sedan. But it was a bargaining chip to top all bargaining chips, the ace in the hole, the guaranteed result-getter. Besides, Sam was a cop; it probably wouldn’t hurt to have him in the loop, so he would know that her garage needed protecting at all times. The car was insured for a fortune, but it was also irreplaceable.

“I’ll let you see my dad’s car if you let me see your truck,” she said slyly.

Despite himself, he looked interested. Probably her expression told him that her dad’s car was out of the ordinary.

“What kind is it?”

She shrugged. “I don’t say the words out in public.”

He leaned down and offered his ear to her. “Whisper them.”

She put her mouth against his ear and felt faint from the warm male scent that wafted to her nostrils again. She whispered two words.

He straightened so abruptly he bumped her nose. “Ouch!” She rubbed the aching tip.

“Let me see it,” he said hoarsely.

She crossed her arms, mimicking his earlier position. “Do we have a deal? You see my dad’s car, and I see your truck?”

“Hell, you can drive my truck!” He turned and looked at her garage as if it were the Holy Grail. “It’s in there?”

“Safe and secure.”

“It’s an original? Not a kit?”

“Original.”

“Man,” he breathed, already striding to the garage.

“I’ll get the key” She dashed inside for the key to the padlock, and returned to find him waiting impatiently.

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