Page 46 of Klutch's Kryptonite

I roll my eyes. “Focus on the car, not the bitch driving it.”

“I’m a multitasker,” he quips, turning as the bell over the door chimes.

The woman who walks in must be the one Yukon was talking about. She’s hot, no doubt about it, but my dick’s not interested in anyone but my Blue.

“Is my car ready?” the tall blonde asks as she blatantly undresses Yukon with her eyes.

He straightens up, a smirk taking over his face. Jesus fuck. Here we go. “Just finishing up, ma’am. Oil’s changed, tires rotated, and I topped off all your fluids.”

The double entendre isn’t lost on her, and she giggles. “Well, aren’t you thorough.”

“I aim to please,” Yukon says, leaning against the car. “Though I noticed your brake pads are getting a little worn. Might want to think about replacing those soon.”

“Oh?” She steps closer to him, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “Is that something you could help me with?”

I snort, rolling my eyes at their flirting. “I’m gonna get back to work,” I mutter, getting back to work on the Camaro.

I focus on replacing the oil filter, tuning out Yukon trying to smooth talk our customer out of her panties. It’s nothing new. By the time I’ve refilled the oil and am tightening the cap, their voices have disappeared.

The garage is quiet. I glance around, spotting neither Yukon nor the blonde. Then I hear a muffled giggle from the direction of the bathroom.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I mutter, shaking my head.

I grab a clean rag and wipe the oil from my hands while I wait. Sure enough, about ten minutes later, the bathroom door opens. Yukon emerges with a shit-eating grin, followed by the blonde who’s tugging at the hem of her skirt. Her lipstick is smudged and her hair has that just got fucked look.

She gives Yukon one last flirtatious smile before sashaying past me toward the front desk. I wait until she’s paid and gone before turning to Yukon with a raised eyebrow.

“The bathroom? Really?”

He shrugs, looking way too damn pleased with himself. “What? It was clean.”

“It’s a fucking bathroom,” I point out. “And it’s the middle of the day.”

“She wasn’t complaining.” He adjusts his crotch with a smirk. “Said it was the best oil change she’d ever had.”

I can’t help but laugh. “One of these days, fucking bitches in the bathroom is gonna come back to haunt you.”

Yukon grabs his dick through his coveralls. “Can’t help it if all the bitches want this.”

“Jesus Christ,” I snort, tossing the dirty rag at him. “You’re a fucking animal.”

“Just living the dream, brother.” He catches the rag and wipes his hands. “What’s up with you and the hot bitch you’ve been bangin’?”

My lips twitch at the mention of Demi. “Good.”

“Good?” Yukon repeats with a skeptical look. “Brother, you’ve been playing house with this chick for two weeks. That’s a record for you.”

I shrug. “She’s mine.”

He studies me for a moment, then shakes his head. “Pussy struck. Ain’t ever happening to me.”

Before I can tell him to get fucked, my phone starts ringing. I fish it out of my pocket, frowning when I see Rookie’s name on the screen.

“What?” I answer.

“Fuck, Klutch, I’m sorry,” Rookie’s voice comes through, panicked. “She fucking took off. Her and her friend. Some crazy bitch showed up at the restaurant and caused a scene, and by the time I handled it, they were gone.”

My blood runs cold. “What do you mean she took off?”

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