Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“Well, how many miles does it have?”
She looks a bit forlorn.
“A hundred and fifty thousand about. Or maybe more,” she amends, shamefaced.
“No it’s fine,” Frank says. “But have you been keeping up with maintenance?”
At that, April’s shoulders sag.
“No,” she whispers while looking at the ground. “I couldn’t afford it, so I guess I deserve this. I should have treated my vehicle better, but money was tight and I just didn’t have anything to spare.”
Immediately, my heart goes out to the pretty girl because cash has been tight for a lot of folks these days. Plus, once upon a time, neither Frank nor I had much either, so who are we to judge?
“You’re in luck, because we’re mechanics,” I assert again. “In fact, we own a body shop in Monroe, so we can tow your Civic there, if you like.”
She bites her lip. “Well, I don’t want to put you out. If you have a radio or a phone with service, I could just call for help so I’m not causing any trouble.”
I shoot the girl a reassuring smile. She’s wearing shorts that show off long, tanned legs and again, her bralette is barely holding her in. Those huge breasts make my mouth water, and I catch myself raking my eyes up and down her body.
“Don’t worry about it,” I rumble “Frank and I will see what’s going on with your car, and then we can tow it back to our shop if we need to. It’s no trouble.”
But still, April hesitates. “I don’t know. I don’t make much, and I’m not sure I can afford your services.”
Frank merely shrugs and shoots her a grin.
“No worries, we’ll figure it out,” he says before sauntering around to pop open the Civic’s hood. Black smoke billows out, causing my partner to cough spasmodically. Even from where I’m standing, I can tell this car’s on its last legs.
“Shit, this is bad,” Frank growls.
“Oh no,” April sighs, tears coming to your eyes. “Oh god, what do I do? I appreciate your assistance, but don’t feel like you have to help me. Again, I’m not sure I can afford a major overhaul, and I don’t want to put you out.”
My business partner and I share a glance, and it’s clear we’re on the same page because the beautiful April is just too gorgeous to pass up. How often do you come upon a desperate girl stranded on the side of the road? Well, today’s our lucky day.
“No worries,” Frank growls, walking over to us. “Like I said, it’s not a big deal. We’ll tow your Civic to our shop, and we’ll take a closer look there. It’s no trouble.”
April looks relieved. “Are you sure? Do you think it can be fixed? Would this be just minor maintenance or a major re-working?”
Frank pins her with a look, his blue eyes serious.
“Major in all ways, sweetheart. Your Civic needs more than TLC. It needs to be re-built from the bolts on up, so we’re looking at a huge job.”
April’s face falls.
“I’m screwed,” she mumbles. “How will I ever afford this?”
I pause for a moment.
“Well, maybe you could pay us in a different way. Not cash, per se.”
April looks confused.
“You mean, like bartering?” Then her face lights up. “I’m an ice cream scooper over at Frosty Freeze in Nassau. You could come over for free scoops any time I’m on shift!” she offers.
I cock my head at her, blue eyes devilish.
“No, that’s not needed. Besides, I’m not much of an ice cream guy,” I rumble.
“Oh,” says April, disappointed. “I’m so sorry, but I don’t have anything else to trade. I mean, I rent my place, and inside I just have my old school TV and some shabby furniture. I don’t have much to my name, and I’ll do anything to get my car fixed,” she says, tears brimming in her eyes. “I need the vehicle to get to my job. Public transportation is notoriously unreliable and I can’t depend on the bus to get between Monroe and Nassau.
I nod, taking my time.
“We totally understand,” I soothe. “But I just want to clarify: you’ll do anything?” I ask with a devilish look in my eye.
“Anything,” April whispers, her cheeks flushing a bit.
I shoot a glance at Frank, and he inclines his head ever so slightly. Then, taking a chance, I step forward and press my lips against the pretty girl’s plush pink pout. She’s surprised at first, but then her mouth opens sweetly beneath mine, and my tongue sweeps in. Shit, she tastes like honey and my cock grows and expands in my pants.
But the curvy girl can sense my need and her hips press against mine as I deepen our kiss, my teeth nibbling at her bottom lip. A tiny moan escapes her lips, and I take that as a hint to pull her even closer so that she’s straddling one of my big thighs now.