Page 88 of Loathe at First Sight

She takes a second to stop and look at her brother. “Dylan, shouldn’t you be working?”

“Shouldn’t you be working?” He retorts. “Maybe Jack and I are discussing work matters.”

She rolls her eyes. “I doubt that. Esther pushed back our meeting, so I took my lunch to come grab my car.” She turns her attention toward me. “Is my brother bothering you? Do you want me to kick his ass?”

Dylan scoffs. “I’d like to see you try.”

“I used to kick your ass all the time.”

“Yeah, when we were kids. I’m like twice your size now.”

“But I’m wily. And I could just kick you in the nuts.”

“Fair enough,” he says before standing up. “With that, I’m going to get back to work.”

Once he’s gone, Liz walks over and takes a seat on the edge of my desk. It brings back images of when I kissed her in this same spot the other night.

“So, Mr. Mechanic,” she says. “I’ve come to fetch my car.”

"It's out in the lot. Feel free to go grab it."

“What do I owe you?”

“Don’t worry about it,” I tell her.

“Oh, come on. I have a job now and can pay for it. You don’t have to do it for free.”

I run my hands up and down her thighs. “That’s a perk to dating a mechanic. You get your car fixed for free.”

“I could always pay you in sexual favors,” she offers, leaning down to give me a kiss.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mm-hmm. We could get started right now if you want.”

I glance at the open door. “As much as I would love that, there’s no way in hell that I’m taking a chance of someone coming in here and seeing what I get to see. Plus, I don’t think you could be quiet.”

“Probably not.” She smiles. “I guess I’ll let you get back to work. What time do you think you’ll be done?”

“I don’t know. I’ve got a shit ton of paperwork that I’ve been putting off, so I’m going to try to get as much done as I can. Just let me know when you’re done at the inn, and I’ll call it quits.”

“Sounds good.” She leans down to kiss me before heading back out the door.

Liz and I have only been dating, or whatever it is you want to call it, for less than a week, yet there’s something comfortable about what’s between us. I used to cringe every time I would see her, but now, I get excited knowing I’m going to get to spend time with her.

Oh, what a difference a week can make.

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Shit Happens

Liz

“Back again, Mr. McAuthur?” I ask as he stands at the counter.

“Yep,” he replies, setting a small briefcase down.

“What did you do to make your wife mad this time?”

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