“What’s wrong with it?” I ask, more gruffly than I intended.
Daisy looks at me warily. “Um, with what?”
“The car,” I elaborate, softening my voice. She looks nervous, like one sudden move, and she’ll dart away.
Her expression clears. “Oh! Battery died. Plus, she’s old and temperamental. She doesn’t like the cold weather.”
“She?”
Daisy laughs softly, and my cock twitches behind the seam of my pants. “I’m one of those weirdo’s that names their car. My little Chevy is called Henrietta.”
“Interesting choice of name,” I observe, utterly captivated by this beauty.
Not as interesting as the massive boner pitching a tent in my pants.
It’s been a long time since my cock got hard for a woman. Even then, it wasn’t the instant reaction this woman has brought about with just the sound of her laughter.
“It was my great-grandmother’s name,” Daisy explains, hanging her coat on the hook on the back of the door.
My eyes take in her pretty face framed by its tumble of golden curls. She looks like an angelic cherub. “So, tell me. Are you planning to steal from my dad, too?”