Page 8 of Moonlit Kisses

“No problem. Let me show you to my office. You can make yourself a coffee, go to the bathroom, or whatever while I work on your car.”

I brush past the young woman to head inside, assuming she’ll follow, but she steps back to her car. I stop in my tracks to wait for her. She digs down into her car, giving me a sensational view of her ass.Shit!Don’t stare at her ass. She’s a fucking kid. When she straightens up, she’s holding a backpack. As the girl steps closer to me, she looks down at her bright pink running shoes, then back up at me. “Uh, I have a lot of important stuff in my car. It’ll be safe? Right?”

“Absolutely. I’m just gonna move it from there,” I point to her car, “to there.” I gesture inside.

She nods. “Okay. I just needed to be sure.”

I guide her into my office. “There’s the coffee machine. Do you need me to show you how to use it?” I gesture toward the poor excuse for a kitchenette, which takes up a small space in the corner.

She wanders over. Turning back to me, she smiles, showing off deep dimples. I’m a fucking sucker for dimples. “Nope. This is the same one my mom and stepdad used to have at home.”

Hmmm. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the regular use of past tense. I don’t think she’s driven all the way from the other side of the country for a vacation. I wonder if she’s a runaway? “Okay. There’s cream and juice in the fridge.” I nod toward a door on the other side. “The bathroom’s through there. It has a shower and toilet. Though it’s pretty small.”

Her eyes light up. “Sir, uh …” She cuts off her words and shakes her head, but I can tell that whatever she was about to say was important to her.

“What were you gonna say?” I prod.

“Uh, would I be able to have … I mean, uh, would you mind if I had a quick shower? I’ve been on the road for days with only a quick wipe down in gas station restrooms.” She’s looking at me with pleading eyes and all I can picture is her wiping down those gorgeous long legs of hers.

How can I say ‘no’?

“Sure thing. Make yourself at home. I’ll need about an hour to work on your car, then you can be on your way.” Realizing neither of us has introduced ourselves, I wipe my hand on the back of my overalls before holding it out. “Sorry. My name’s Max.”

The young woman chuckles, her cheeks flushing pink. “Sorry. Hi, Max.” She slides her small smooth hand into mine. “I’m Molly.”

Molly. I like that name. It suits her.

I nod my head as I squeeze lightly. “Nice to meet you, Molly. Make yourself comfortable.” I gesture over my shoulder. “I’ll get started on your car.” Glancing down at the only available surface for her to sit and enjoy a coffee, I gather my strewn paperwork into a messy pile and situate it on top of my laptop to give her space.

I give Molly an embarrassed smile, then I turn to leave.

* * *

An hour later, I step into my office to find Molly on the phone while doing something on my laptop, a cute set of glasses perched on her button nose. “Yes, Mr. Barnes. I can see that your next service is due in two weeks. Would you like me to book you in?”

I glance at my desk, covered in neat piles of paper. I don’t think it’s ever been this organized.

“Sure thing, Mr. Barnes. That’s all booked in for you. Max’ll see you at eight a.m. on the twenty-eighth. Goodbye.” She’s smiling, creating deep dimples in both cheeks, as she hangs up the phone.

“Uh, what’s going on in here?”

Molly’s head snaps up, revealing wide eyes at my sudden intrusion. She glances around my desk, then up to me, shrugging. “I’m sorry. I thought I could help you out since you weren’t charging me to check over my car. You don’t mind, do you?”

“What exactly have you done here?” I ask, folding my arm across my body, using the nail of my thumb to drag across my bottom lip. Her eyes snag on the movement and follow my thumb as I pass back and forth across the pillow.

She looks back down at the desk and gestures across the surface like a TV show host. “I’ve sorted all of your invoices according to the type of expense and then I’ve ordered them further according to when the payment is due. Then there’s been a couple of phone enquiries. I’m sorry, I didn’t know your charges, so I’ve taken messages and told them you would call them back later today. I’ve booked a service and one tire change. I also noticed you have Thursdays blocked off, so I kept that day free.”

She competently rattles off everything she’s accomplished in the hour. I also notice her hair’s wet and she’s in different clothes than when I left, meaning she’s grabbed a shower, too.

What in the actual fuck?

“Are you looking for a job?” The words fly out of my mouth before I can even think about them. But there’s no way I’m taking them back. I need her here. Working with me. If she can do all of that in an hour, imagine what she can get done in a day. I’ll never have to take work home again, nor be interrupted by the phone five thousand times a day.

CHAPTER5

–molly–

Didhe just offer me a job?

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