Page 57 of Tuned To Break
Jake
You love being bent over my workbench.
Or riding my cock in your office chair…
I drop my phone like it’s a live grenade.
“Oh my God.” I clap my hands over my face. “He’s being so inappropriate.”
“That means it’s so good,” Megan grins. “Come on. Give us a line. Just one.”
“Absolutely not.”
Ella pouts. “But Batman’s kinky cousin is such a vibe.”
“He’s not Batman!” I hiss. “He’s a mechanic!”
“Same thing,” Yasmin shrugs. “He wears a mask, fixes things, gets you all hot and bothered.”
“Stop!” I laugh, but I’m half-tempted to excuse myself to the toilets just to read his messages in peace.
My phone buzzes again, and of course I pick it up.
Jake
Bet you’re so fucking wet right now that I could slide right in.
No resistance.
Just your tight, desperate cunt gripping me like it missed me.
“Okay, that’s it,” I say out loud, flipping my phone face down. “No more texting. Jake is cut off.”
“What did he say?” Ella asks, eyes wide with delight.
“Nothing appropriate for public consumption.”
“So obviously the best kind of nothing,” Megan smirks.
We’re saved—temporarily—by Logan appearing at our table with another round of drinks and the biggest grin I’ve ever seen on a man who once cried over a broken coffee machine.
“Ladies!” he announces. “How are we tonight?”
“Logan!” I grin. “How did the date go?”
He practically glows. “Life-changing. Julia is amazing. She’s smart and funny, and she actually likes me! We’re going out again tomorrow.”
“That’s brilliant!”
“She said the Mustang entrance was the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done. She thinks I’m—quote—a mysterious car enthusiast with soulful eyes.”
Yasmin chokes on her drink. “Are you gonna tell her the truth?”
“Eventually,” he says. “But I’m gonna ride the mysterious-and-sophisticated wave for as long as possible.”
He heads off to another table, and the moment he’s gone, the girls pounce.
“You let him borrow a customer’s car?” Yasmin asks, wide-eyed.
