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“I wasn’t trying to hide the fact that I look at your ass!”
“There you go,” he says, as though my appreciative glances were confirmation.
“But, wha… no. It’s not a date. If it was, you’d give me a kiss at the end.”
“I did. In Julie’s office. Remember I said it was in lieu of kissing you after the workout.”
“You said that?” I ask, reviewing what he said in my mind. He’s got me all sorts of confused.
“Yup. So, are we on for tomorrow?” he asks, escorting me to my car.
“I already have plans.”
“We’ll figure it out. She’s beautiful, by the way,” he says, running his hand over the door of my Mustang.
“Thanks. I like her.”
“69?” he asks.
My brows pull together. “Oh, you mean the car.”
“Has anyone told you, you have a dirty mind?”
“Don’t need anyone to tell me something I already know,” I say. “So, you know cars, young Coop?”
“My dad and I fixed up a few classics growing up,” he admits.
“Figures,” I say, raising a brow at him. Pretty rich boy having a few classics isn’t surprising at all.
“She’s probably worth a pretty penny.”
I look at my black convertible lovingly. “She was my dad’s. My sister Liz inherited it when he died, but she said it didn’t match her personality.”
“And it does yours?” he asks.
“Let’s see, a little unpredictable, somewhat unreliable, needs a new transmission. Yup, that’s me.” I cackle.
“Don’t forget sexy, classic, unique, highly desired, strong as fuck.”
I look at the steel beauty. “Yeah, I can’t deny it’s all those things. Anyway, see you tomorrow. I’ll be here in the afternoon.”
“I’ll be here,” he says.
I get in, smiling like an idiot, unable to get past that schoolgirl giddiness I blame him for.
He closes the heavy door and takes a step back. My eyes still on him like a damned fool, I insert the key and turn. The engine starts and I feel all that horsepower come to life. Nothing but stallions in this baby!
Dean’s smile widens and I can see the appreciation on his face. Because I’m quite proud of this beast, and quite frankly I’m being a show off, I rev the engine. But just as I’m thinking this is really impressing him, the Mustang jumps, sputters, and suddenly stops.
“What the fuck?” I sit stunned for a moment before I hear a tap on the window.
“Everything okay?” Dean asks when I roll it down.
“Yeah, of course.” Turning the key, I start the engine again, and once again it spits and gurgles before shutting down. My car door opens and Dean reaches in to fumble with the key. “What are you doing?”
“Here, move.”
“Do you know what wrong with it?”
