Page 10 of Tuned To Break
“You’re an idiot,” Chase grumbles, then turns towards the toolbox to start getting things ready. “All right then, we know what we need to do. Let me know if you need any help, but like I said, please be nice to the new girl.”
Once we finish our chat and catch-up, we all head to our respective workspaces, and that’s when I register what Chase said.
Stella’s coming.
Fuck my life.
I’ve never met Stella.
Well, not officially, but I sort of have.
She doesn’t know that I know who she was when we met. And I had no idea I’d meet her the way I did.
My mind flashes back to that night at Grumpy’s three months ago, a masquerade party, the girl in the hallway with fiery red hair and legs that went on for days in those heels. The girl I waited for in the darkened corridor, then she let me finger fuck her. The girl who referred to me as “Batman’s kinky cousin.” Her moans still replay on repeat in my mind every night when I’m jerking off, or when I wake up from fantasies about being balls deep in her tight, wet pussy. Her walls squeezing my cock.
Fuck.
I knew it was her at the bar because I’d seen a photo of her in Doc’s office when he was still working here. I knew she was his niece, but he’d told me they don’t speak and that he has a lot of regret about it, and I never pushed for more information.
All I knew was that she was hot as fuck, and that photo did not do her justice. So, when I saw her that night at Grumpy’s, I knew I had to take a shot. Given that it was a masquerade party and we’d never met before, I figured, what the hell—what’s the worst that could happen?
She would either go for it or run off scared.
I was not planning to do what I did, but just the sight of her in the flesh fucked me up in the head. It took my fucking breath away that she let me sink inside her tight little body. It made me so hard that I had to get the fuck out of there quickly for fear that I’d go back over to her and drag her home with me.
I haven’t seen her since. I know she works at The Enchanted Bean and given that coffee is my drug of choice—I can’t live without it, multiple cups a day—I’ve been avoiding that coffee shop for three months. Choosing servo coffee over proper barista-made coffee fucking kills me but knowing that she’s coming here and going to be working with us in close proximity has my cock hardening again.
Fuck.
Should have fucked her and been done with it. If I had, she would have never unknowingly wedged herself under my skin.
I push all thoughts of Stella aside as I make my way through my list of things I need to do today. I have my head buried in the engine bay when I hear heels clicking on the concrete floor behind me.
It’s her.
She timed her introduction right since we’ve all just come back from lunch. Let’s hope she doesn’t scatter out of here after meeting us.
“Guys!” Chase gets everyone’s attention, cutting over the music that’s always playing in the workshop. “Just a moment, please.”
We all stop what we’re doing. I wipe my hands on a rag and head over to where they’re standing in the doorway.
Fuck me dead.
She’s stunning.
Stella is wearing a plaid skirt that lands a few inches above her knees, office-appropriate heels that somehow look even hotter than the ones she wore that night, and green-framed glasses that match the mask she was wearing. They make her hair pop and pull off the sexy as fuck librarian look. I suppress my groan and try to adjust myself discreetly.
This is going to be an even bigger fucking problem than I originally thought.
“Everyone, this is Stella. Stella, this is José, Asher, and Jake,” Chase says, pointing us all out.
The boys all say hello, do the nice-to-meet-you thing, but I can’t talk. Cat’s got my tongue for the first time in forever.
She looks at me, but there’s no sign that she knows who I am. I let out the breath I’m holding. This might be easier than I thought. She doesn’t remember who I am, doesn’t know that the guy that night was me. Maybe I can have some fun with this.
“Nice to meet you, darl,” I say, letting the last word draw out, seeing if there’s a spark of recognition in her eyes.
She stops. Lifts her perfectly arched brows and places a hand on one of those lush hips, studying me. She looks me up and down, and she looks hot as hell when she does it. But as quickly as the moment of recognition seems to flicker in her eyes, it passes. Maybe she doesn’t know.
