“The day’s a-wastin’,” I tell her as I hop in the cab and start the engine. To get her moving, I throw the thing in gear and roll slowly ahead, causing her to jump and race over to the passenger side and slide in. Her skirt slides up, giving me a glimpse of the soft skin of her inner thighs and I feel my cock jerk with desire.
“So it just needs some coolant?” she asks as I pull out of the parking lot and head toward Route 8.
“We’ll see,” I tell her. “Might have some serious engine damage depending on how long you ran it hot for.”
“And…if that happened?”
“Then you’re gonna have to leave it at the shop overnight,” I tell her. “At least.”
“Ugh,” she groans. “That…that can’t happen.”
“Oh? Got
a date for the opera?” I tease her, licking my bottom lip as she looks up at me, her eyes blazing with beauty that hits me right in the chest. My lust for her is overwhelming. Just the thought of Tucker running his nice-guy game on her makes me ball my fist at my side. She may be royalty, but I’d treat her like a whore; I’d show her everything that those prim and proper suits would never do with her. I’d wake up every morning and treat her how she deserves to be treated and have her screaming my name in ecstasy.
“It’s just up here,” she says, pointing. I realize I’ve barely had my eyes on the road; I’ve been driving like they do in movies where they just look at each other the entire time and somehow never get into an accident. When I finally slow the truck and pull over, I have to laugh.
“A Bentley? You let a fucking Bentley overheat, princess?”
She scowls at me, which only makes her cuter. I hop out, pop the hood and hold my hand over the engine; it’s practically molten. I glance back at her, unable to hide my amusement.
“What?” she asks indignantly.
“Nothing. I’ll get her back to the shop.”
She waits outside and stands there like a goddess, watching me as I hook her car up to my truck. I’ve never towed anything worth as much as my house before. We get back in the cab, and as we head back to the shop, I’m praying there’s some engine damage. That way she won’t be able to leave.
I try not to make it too obvious that I’m checking her out on the drive home; I don’t want to scare her away. She’s probably already terrified. Compared to the lawyers and bankers she pals around with, a rough country boy like me probably seems like a barbarian.
I pull her car into the garage and hop out. Tucker whistles with approval at the Bentley, and I take a step toward him, flicking my fingers threateningly for another tag. He bucks back like a scared dog, grins and vanishes into the office.
“So?” she asks impatiently. “Can you fix it?”
“I can fix anything, sweetheart,” I tell her as I pop the hood for a closer look. “Including that resting bitch face of yours.”
“W – what?!” she stammers
There’s nothing wrong with her engine; all it needs is some coolant. But I’m not about to let her go that easy.
“Yeah, looks like you’ve got a blown head gasket,” I lie. “Gonna need to keep it here a few days.”
I don’t know how I’m saying all of this. I’ve never done anything like this before in my life, but this princess has my head spinning and my body aching. I just can’t help myself.
2
Chase
“You can’t be serious,” she says, rummaging through her ridiculously large purse, most likely for her phone.
“Serious as a pregnancy scare,” I tell her. A blush rises in her cheeks and my desire for her deepens. I’m practically foaming at the mouth over here.
She finds her phone, glances up and holds it out to me.
“Do you have a charger?”
“Wow, princess. No charger, an overheating car,” I shake my head. “Didn’t your daddy ever tell you to be prepared?”
“Oh, you wanna be my daddy now?” she snaps with a sharp tongue that makes my dick twitch.