Page 22 of SEAL Mates

Blake

I couldn’t believe I’d signed up for this interview. Alec told me about it and I called Ryan and Mike who were happy to come back under one condition. That I would let them do what they felt the garage needed and I agreed to it. They were a little surprised, expecting me to object to it.

But, I had a plan. To leave them to it today and fuck off to meet the writer. I came here. Avoided all questions about what I was doing this afternoon and decided to get this interview over.

To make me feel better.

And all that, crap!

“Let’s get this over and done with.”

She stuttered as her eyes moved from me, to the laptop, to the book she was once holding.

“I didn’t think that anyone would just drop in, I thought maybe a phone call or something like that first. Or even an email.”

“No one calls in this town. They just drop in. Well, that’s been my experience with the folks of this exciting town.”

My idea of a joke. She just kept staring at me like a zombie. It was scaring the shit out of me. I could see it all over her face, she didn’t know whether to take me seriously or not, so I put my hand on her knee.

“You alright luv?”

I asked out of concern, thinking that I’d overstepped the mark and instead of making her feel comfortable, I was doing the opposite. Something I didn’t intend to do at all.

She giggled, “I love your accent.”

Her face turned bright red and her white sweater showed that she more than loved my accent. She had me aroused by the way she was smiling at me. Alec told me that she had kids, and that just made her even more appealing, the kind of woman that would love to not only have spent the night with you, but get to know the real you.

I hadn’t been around that type of woman in a long time. The ones in town just wanted to know how much money you had in your account and if you could look after them for life. The rest. Well, they were taken, they were under lock and key.

No one had been around in a long time. Flirting. Shit I forgot how to do it. I came to see her in my fucking scrubs that as romantic as I got.

“Does everyone here wear their professional clothes?”

She asked, and I had no idea what the fuck she was going on about, professional clothes? I didn’t want to sound like an idiot and ask what she meant. I liked to think of myself as the type of guy who was the man of the world. I’d lived in London, then America, joined the Navy and came out with my hearing impaired, and then trained to be a mechanic. Yet, whenever I was with Paula, I felt like a stupid teenage boy, so I acted like one.

“What do you mean?”

She took in a deep breath as she closed her eyes as if she was trying to regain her thoughts. I took this opportunity to shift my junk to the side so she didn’t see my boner.

“I mean that your brother wears his cop uniform, and you wear your overalls. As if you want everyone to know you’re a mechanic.”

“No, I’m just lazy. But you’re right about Alec. He loves that damn thing, sometimes I think he has cop pj’s.”

She giggled, “Really?”

“Nah, just pulling your leg.”

She giggled some more, letting me know that she really did love my accent. I hated the way girls would tell me to say something, anything as long as it was in English. Just shows that they were girls, because they seemed to miss that we all spoke the same language. It was just that I said some words with the u or the s instead of the z. That was the only difference in the two, apart from words such as pants instead of trousers. That one throws me every single time. It would be better to say I’m out buying a new set of trousers, instead of pants.

“Oh, then the fireman to0. I remember he was wearing his uniform.”

“That was probably Lance, like Alec he wanted everyone to know that he was out saving lives all the time. Show off.”

She said it so politely that I didn’t feel the scrub that I’d been coming here and not changing. At least I washed my hands and face. I didn’t bother with my hair because that took too long even if I didn’t have too much. Alec loved winding me up by saying it was because I put too much gel in it. The grease could never get out.

Either way, sometimes I scrubbed up well, and today happened to be one of the days I didn’t.

“Shit, I didn’t think of coming out here in a suit or something. I thought it was an informal meeting. Bro told me that it was like a therapy session without the burn in the pocket.”

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