Page 63 of The Millionaire's Mechanic

Bewildered, Georgia stared at her friend. “How did you know?”

“Please, woman. I know that guilty look on your face—it was the same when you accidentally threw my kimchi away.”

“I thought it had gone bad,” Georgia protested. “I didn’t know that’s what it was supposed to smell like.”

“Enough about my lunch,” Judy snapped. “Tell me about Rainer. How did you really meet?”

“I…”

“Georgia!”

She bit her lip. “I can’t tell you everything because he asked me not to share.”

Judy’s lip curled, then her eyes bugged out of her head as a thought occurred to her. “Did he make you sign a Christian Grey-style contract?”

“No,” Georgia hissed. “And please, lower your voice.”

Georgia felt like crap, but she couldn’t tell the truth—not all of it. Rainer was ninety-five percent sure the rest of the Elite staff was clear, but he didn’t want to take any chances.

“Does it have anything to do with your dad losing his business?”

Taking the lifeline, Georgia nodded. “Ephraim had to close the office and downsize all the staff…and we sold the house.”

“Oh George, that was where you grew up.” Judy’s lip stuck out in a sympathetic pout. “I’m sorry. I totally forgive you for stealing my imaginary boyfriend.”

“If it makes any difference, I had no idea he was into Dominicans when I went to offer him the car.”

“He is?” Judy slapped her palm on the table. “Damn it, why couldn’t he like Korean girls?”

Georgia shook her head. “Gotta have the melanin.”

“I wouldn’t have guessed.” Judy smacked her lips. “Does he have any hot friends at least?”

“His friend Garrett just got divorced.”

Perking up, Judy put her mug down. “And?”

“Yes, he’s attractive.”

And he was, Georgia realized with some surprise.But that’s what happens when you’re so into someone else. You didn’t notice another man’s hotness—not even when you’re passed out naked in front of them.

“The idea to bankroll a car restoration did come after the start of the personal stuff,” she admitted in a small voice, shoulders slumped.

“You know what,” Judy said, slapping the table. “Who the fuck cares? Nobody gets anywhere without some connections or giving up the nookie. I haven’t, which is why I’m still stuck at the reception instead of getting promoted to sales.”

Crestfallen, Georgia scooted her chair over to hug her. “You didn’t get the promotion because you didn’t sleep with Mr. Brantman?”

“No.” Judy twisted her lips morosely. “He didn’t proposition me. What he said is that men want to buy from other men—and if they do buy from a woman, she has to look like Sam.” Blinking rapidly, Judy stared at the ceiling and swallowed. “Except that last part is me being bitchy. Honest, but bitchy.”

Pushing back her chair, she got to her feet, patting Georgia on the back. “Take this opportunity and make it a big success so you can give me a job. Because I would be a hell of a salesperson.”

Sitting up, Georgia straightened her shoulders. “Rainer suggested I do just that.”

“Did he?” Judy brightened.

“Yeah. Give me three months and then you can start selling my cars,” Georgia promised.

Making a rumbling noise that sounded like a small diesel car engine, Judy hugged her. “I lied. I’m still not over you stealing my fake boyfriend,” she said, rocking Georgia in her seat.

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