“I could certainly teach you a few things,” I tell her as I tear a slip from the wall and grab a pen. “Name?”
“N – Nicky,” she tells me. She’s flustered.
“Okay, princess,” I muse. “I’ll order the part and it will be here tomorrow or the next day—”
“No, that won’t work,” she says quickly, as though she owns the place and she’s my boss.
“It’s gonna have to.”
“Then can you let me use your phone to call one of the other shops?”
“Listen, princess,” I tell her, my eyes on her plump breasts as her chest starts to rise and fall with frustration. “I know that in whatever big city you’re from, there are probably a thousand shops with a thousand guys ready to go out of their way for you, but here in Greenville? We’re the only game in town.”
“Great,” she says, glancing behind her at the fading light. “Can you take me to a hotel?”
“Hotel? We’ve got one inn in Greenville,” I say. “And last I heard, they’re booked up. I can give them a call though and see.”
I make my way to the office and she follows behind. Compared to the stench of grime and grease, her sweet perfume is like heaven. I can barely control myself as I imagine how she’d smell up close with my lips pressed against the soft skin of her neck.
I grab the receiver of the office phone and dial the inn as she sits down in the chair across from me and crosses her legs, an adorable scowl on her face. By the way she’s sitting, I can tell she’s got an ass on her. If only I could lift that skirt up and bury my fucking face in it.
“Hello?” a voice from the receiver says cheerfully. It’s Amanda, the receptionist.
“Hey, Amanda!”
“Hey, Chase! What can I do for you?”
“Do you have any rooms available for tonight?” I ask, praying she says no.
“Sure!” she replies, causing my anger to flare. “Would you like a single? A double?”
I hesitate. Nicky’s still sitting across from me, her long legs on full display. I’m boned up so hard I’m actually starting to ache as the teeth of my zipper dig into my dick. She looks like royalty sitting there. Who the fuck does she think she is coming to my town and acting like she owns the place? I bet she’s used to men bending over backwards for her. I’ll be happy to worship her body day and night, but I’m not going to play her game.
“All booked up?” I say, acting disappointed. “That’s too bad.”
“No, I think you didn’t hear me!” Amanda replies quickly. “We’ve got rooms—”
“Damn, that’s too bad,” I interrupt, trying not to smile as Nicky shifts in her chair and starts to huff and puff. “I was trying to book one for a friend. Thanks anyway, Amanda!”
“Wait, Chase—”
I quickly hang up. It’s a dirty little trick, but I don’t care. I’m not some servant boy she’s going to just boss around and get what she wants.
“Great,” she says with exasperation. “What am I supposed to do? Sleep in my car?”
“You can’t do that,” I shake my head. “We keep the car in the shop and we lock the shop at night.”
“So just let me stay in my car and—”
“No, the owner would never allow that,” I tell her. I am the owner, but I need an excuse to get her to stay. “Too many things you could get into – the cash, the receipts, there are liability issues.”
“Do I look like a thief to you?” she asks indignantly. “And I’ll waive any liability issues, just show me where to sign.”
“Can’t do it, princess,” I tell her, getting to my feet and coming around the desk. From this angle, I get a face full of her mouth-watering cleavage. I’m literally about to bust and I haven’t even touched her yet.
“But what I can do is be a gentleman.”
“Oh? How are you going to do that?” she asks.