Page 65 of The Millionaire's Mechanic

“Because the terms of what I get out of it are explicitly laid out. They’re fair, but it’s not a free pass. You’re going to be earning your shot—never think otherwise.”

Georgia melted into him like wax. “Thank you. I needed to hear that.”

“It wasn’t just Mitch giving you shit.” A statement of fact. Rainer knew human nature and not everyone would be happy someone from the bottom of the power structure was getting an opportunity like this.

Georgia shook her head. “Judy knows me so well that she sort of guessed we were involved…and she was a little mad at me.”

His head drew back. “Why?”

Her expression became sheepish. “She’ll kill me for telling you, but I think I might have mentioned it earlier—she’s a fan of yours. You’re her imaginary boyfriend.”

“Ah.” He pursed his lips. “And in her eyes, you stole me.”

“Yes. She was a little annoyed, but it also came at a bad time—Mr. Brantman turned down her request to become a salesperson. So, I told her she can start working with me in a few months, once I get a few cars finished.”

“Do you think she’d be good at it?”

“I do. She knows how to talk to people—a little too well maybe. I’m fairly sure she ended up telling Samantha about us. Sam gave me a pretty weird look when I was leaving.”

He pushed a stray lock of hair off her forehead. “All the more reason to stop working there as soon as possible. As for Judy, Brantman’s loss will be our gain.” He braced himself to tell her about his afternoon phone call. “Speaking of Brantman, he contacted me. Someone had informed him of our venture, and he wanted to talk about it.”

“Oh. I bet Mitch ran right out of the break room to snitch on me.” She frowned. “He must have called him because Mr. Brantman wasn’t in today. He’s on vacation.”

“Yeah, he contacted me from his hotel room in Sydney. He wants in on our deal.”

“What?” She scowled. “Does he expect me to keep working for Mitch?”

The horror in her voice was undisguised now.I really need to kick that guy’s ass.Too bad it would just get him sued.

“Your operation would still be independent, but he wants to be able to have first dibs on your product. The ones he likes will go on display on the Elite showroom.”

“Oh…I guess that would be good for business.” Her tone held all of the enthusiasm of a child faced with a plate of broccoli.

“It would be at first. But don’t worry about him taking over,” he assured her. “Even if we gave him right of refusal, which I don’t intend to do, not every vehicle you work on is going to fit the Elite mold. And I’m not about to hamstring your growth by taking the deal he proposed as is.Youwill be the one who decides which cars you want to offer Elite. If you subcontract with them, you can earmark a limited number of cars in advance, while keeping yourself free to build your clientele the rest of the time.”

He squeezed her tight. “I’ll make sure Brantman won’t stiff you on the commission either.”

“Good.”

Satisfied she was feeling better, he glanced down at himself.

“Oh no!” Georgia gasped. “I got grease all over you.”

“I’m fine, babe.” He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt today—his uniform for working from home. “My dry cleaner gets to earn his fee this way.”

“You dry clean your t-shirts?” She snickered.

Hands on her shoulders, he propelled her in the direction of the shower. “Laundry service, whatever, smart aleck.”

When they reached the bathroom, he stripped them down in front of the power shower before examining her critically.

“What is it?” she asked as she toed off her socks.

He snickered, kicking off his boxers. “I think I’m going to like welcoming a dirty girl home every night.”

She grabbed his cock in retaliation. Always highly responsive to her touch, he got her even dirtier before washing them both clean.

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