Page 80 of The Millionaire's Mechanic

“Trust me, they’ll be lining up for this duty,” he said with a resigned sigh. “But this area will also come in handy for other reasons,” he added, giving her ass a little squeeze.

“Rainer,” Georgia protested. “I know it’s fenced off—but everyone can still see us.”

The guards were upstairs, but the fencing was chain-link with some fabric mesh added for privacy, but the tenants with nearby parking spaces could still come around to the sliding gate for an unobstructed view.

“Not that.” Rainer tweaked her nipple over her clothes. “I just meant that it’s only a matter of time before your old neighbors track you down for help on their family vehicles. A good mechanic is hard to find, especially one who works for parts and brownies.”

Since she’d gotten several texts to that effect in the last week, she didn’t argue with him, except to point at him.

“It’s cake and casserole,” she corrected. “Butnewcouches aren’t necessary. They are only going to get covered in grease.”

“We scotch-guarded them,” he said, patting the backrest next to him. “Besides, didn’t your garage at Ephraim’s old house have a couch?”

“Yes, but not a nice one,” she said. “I found that old one in the dumpster near Ephraim’s old office.”

His look of shock and horror had been so profound she’d had time to take her phone out and snap a picture.For our kids, she told herself.

“Bedbugs, George,” Rainer scolded when he recovered. “That’s how you get bed bugs.”

And so, she lost that argument. As it turned out, the only items Rainer bought used were vintage cars, antiques, and antiquities. Not that she’d gotten a good look at the latter. But they had plans to visit the high-end storage unit this weekend where Rainer kept his collection so they could choose the pieces they wanted to move into the penthouse.

Georgia was excited to pick through his collection, but, for the moment, that anticipation might have been eclipsed by the excitement over the delivery of the Corvette she’d bought at auction. It had arrived yesterday morning, right before Rainer had left for the office.

“What color are you going to paint it?” Dylan Waters asked over the music playing softly from the phone dock she’d found waiting on the coffee table.

The junior security guard sat on the couch, alternating between flipping through magazines and playing a game on his phone.

Rolling out from under the vet on the creeper, Georgia raised her head. “I’m not sure. Red and white would be the safe choice, but I’d think I’d like to shake it up. Maybe I’ll do it in teal.”

The junior security man nodded. “That could be nice,” he said, mouth pursing contemplatively before turning back to his phone.

Technically, he wasn’t supposed to be doing that, but Georgia didn’t mind. It wasn’t as if he could miss an ambush down here. The space echoed enough that they could hear someone approaching, even with the radio on. It was fortunate the garage was pretty dead during the day, with most of the activity happening early in the morning or evening as people left and returned from school or work.

It was also better ventilated than most parking garages, so she wouldn’t be sucking in exhaust fumes all day.

But Rainer assured her this arrangement was temporary. Once the threat had passed, she’d be working in the warehouse. In the meantime, enough time had passed for and Rainer to establish a routine.

Every morning he would nudge her awake for some morning sex because he, ‘wouldn’t last the day without it’. Since neither could Georgia, she was happy to oblige. After they showered, they’d share a leisurely breakfast, eating in the living room before she slipped a pair of coveralls over her clothes. Rainer had ordered half a dozen, each embroidered with her name over the breast.

After they would ride the elevator down together, parting in the garage with a kiss long enough to make their respective security details uncomfortable. Then Rainer would head off to work in a chauffeured town car, and she’d walk to her sectioned-off area of the garage to get to work.

The Corvette’s engine was in surprisingly good shape. It needed a few parts and an extensive tune-up, but Georgia soon had the thing purring like a kitten—a quiet one. She had never been a fan of modding the muffler and exhaust system of a car to make an engine louder.

She was knee-deep in paint swatches when she got a surprise visitor. Samantha waved at her from the gate entrance.

“Hey girl, I hope you don’t mind me dropping in!” Wearing one of her trademark wrap dresses and holding a cardboard coffee cup, she walked over, heels cracking on the concrete like little gun shots.

“I was in the neighborhood to deliver a car to one of my regulars,” the glamorous blonde explained. “And after hearing all about your new operation from Judy, I thought I’d stop by and take a peek.”

“It’s not a problem, but this is just our temporary space,” Georgia explained when Sam looked around as if expecting to see all the shiny cars Rainer had bought from Elite over the years.

“Of course, you’re just getting going.” Sam pulled up a chair and launched into an impromptu speech about the sales side of the car business. Since she didn’t appear to be angling for a new job—Sam did very well at Elite—Georgia assumed she was taking a mercenary interest in case she managed to make a success out of her little venture.

Also, cultivating a deeper connection to Rainer wouldn’t hurt her any Georgia thought cynically.Whether it was for future sales or to meet similarly wealthy young bachelors, Sam knew the advantage of networking.

Even though she and the leggy blonde had never been close, Georgia appreciated the effort the saleswoman was making, despite the slightly condescending tone she was using to give her advice.

With that in mind, Georgia listened politely as she worked, occasionally chiming in despite the fact she was still planning to have Judy handle all of their customers whenever possible.

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