Page 77 of Obey

I shake my head, clicking my tongue as I stride toward her. “If only you had a boyfriend who knew something about cars, hey?”

She laughs. “I don’t want to abuse my position as your girlfriend and pull strings.”

“For the love of God, Half-Pint, pull. Please? Let me fix her up for you. At least let me fix the trunk so you don’t need rope.” My voice is so whiny and filled with desperation I want to smack myself, but I really can’t let her drive that piece of crap around, for her safety as much as anything else.

“How do you think that’s going to impact my business? If people see you coming around here in that beat up old thing? Don’t you think they’re gonna believe I’m shit at my job?”

She’s laughing now, Devin too, but she holds up her hands. “Fine, fine. Do what you want to her.” She winks at me as she tugs off her hat.

“Can you give Devin the keys?” I hold up both hands, they’re covered in oil. Knowing she’s gonna give me what she calls a ‘butt whoopin’ I rub them on my pants.

“Jagger.” Her low voice carries a warning I ignore by doing it again.

“Yes, Half-Pint? What can I do for you?”

“Stop gettin’ oil all over your clothes for a start.” The way she scolds me is hot.

“You’d have more chance of fixing your heat with a toothbrush than getting this man to listen.” Devin slaps me on the back before offering a dirty hand to my girl.

“Devin.”

“Talia.” To her credit, she doesn’t wrinkle her nose when she shakes his hand, nor does she wipe it on anything.

“And you’re Jagger’s new girlfriend?”

She nods, sinking her teeth into her lower lip.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too, Devin. I’ve only heard nice things about you.”

Devin snorts. “That’s how I know you’re lying.”

I grunt, Devin takes a step back, and Talia takes a step forward. Fuck, I love that she’s got such a strong confidence with me. It’s gorgeous, watching her come out from under the weight of all those crushing expectations.

“Ready for lunch?” It wasn’t planned, but considering I couldn’t get her off my mind, I can’t say no.

“I’ll close up.” Devin waves Talia’s keys at me. “And I’ll start cataloging what’s wrong with... Bessie was it?”

Talia beams, and Devin smiles back at her. “That’s her, my Bessie.” She puffs out her already well puffed out chest. “Talk nicely to her, and she’ll treat you well.” She throws a glare my way. “Come on, Grumpasaurus. I’m hungry.”

I am too, but not for food. I don’t say that out loud, though. Devin doesn’t need to know I wanna do dirty things to my woman.

A few minutes later, we’re in the front seat of my car with the heat switched on and blasting my icicle girlfriend. “Where to?”

“Can we pick something up and go back to your house?” She won’t meet my eyes. She’s looking out the window, her ears afamiliar color of pink that tells me she’s self-conscious about asking.

“Of course, baby girl.” I push her hair behind her ear. “What’s up?”

She digs into her purse and pulls out a Manilla envelope. “I brought documents.”

“I see this. To what end?”

“Negotiations.” She waggles her eyebrows.

“Sex negotiations?”

“Yes, sir. Sex negotiations.”

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