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"Great year. Fastback?"

"Yep."

"Black?"

He smirks and nods. "How'd you know?"

"If she's cool enough to earn your affection and gratitude, even platonically, there are only so many colors she’d have. And black is definitely the most badass of the options unless she's got a specialty car. It's not a sixty-eight, so it's not a GT Bullitt."

Damn, she really knows her cars."I trust your opinion."

"Tell me what you need, and we'll get you taken care of. And then maybe I'll let you take care of me."

EverychanceCindergot,she took advantage to rub up against Venom. With her chest. Her ass. Even found a way to graze the front of his jeans while biting her lip, which made it even hotter.

"Find everything you need?" a man with a large belly calls out from behind the counter.

From the signs everywhere, this has to be Cinder's father, and he opts to say, "Yes, sir. Cinder was a big help."

His eyes narrow at her, but she just rolls hers in return as she lets out an annoyed sigh. "Is that right?"

"We had to take parts from cars one-seventy, one-seventy-three, one-eight-one, and one-ninety," Cinder says.

Venom sets the box on the counter, and her father looks through everything as he makes notes on a notepad. "Two-eighty," he says.

"Not bad," Venom admits and pulls out this wallet.

As he takes the money, he gives his daughter a warning look. "Cinder, don't you need to get cleaned up?"

"Fine," she says with a sneer. "It was nice to meet you, Venom."

He watches her walk down the hallway towards a large sign that reads RESTROOMS, and the boss snaps his fingers. "Watch out for her," he says, his voice low. "She's not what you think. She seems fun and exciting, but she's volatile. Key your car, put sugar in your gas tank, and pour soda on your fresh paint job kind of nuts. She works here because nowhere else will hire her with her record."

Venom laughs. "I'm in a motorcycle club, sir. Crazy is kind of my specialty. I'm usually the one dubbed as such, but I think I can handle whatever she could throw my way."

"Don't say I didn't warn you," he says as the radio on the counter squawks before someone calls to him from the yard. "Have a good day."

Grabbing his box, he walks towards the exit, but he's quickly yanked down the hallway towards the restrooms and thrown into the room marked WOMEN. Cinder takes the box from him, tosses it onto the ground, and pressing him against the wall.

"What are you doing?" he asks, but he knows. He can read it in her eyes.

"Fuck me."

His eyebrows lift. "What if I have a girlfriend?"

"You said she was just a friend. Guys who have girlfriends don't have friends who are girls."

"I do," he says. "Any girl I date has to pass the test with my friend. The one I'm getting the parts for. The last two that had issues with her aren't with me anymore."

"What would she think of me?"

Her hands quickly unbutton her shirt, and she unclasps her bra in the front to reveal large tits with pebbled nipples, each with a silver barbell piercing. "I think she'd be okay with you."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Would it matter?" he asks as she rubs the crotch of his jeans, stroking his now rock-hard cock.

Biting her lip, she shakes her head. "Not right now."

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