“I’m sorry my little darlin’ - but you’re a mechanic?” A cocky smirk pulls up one side of my face, then wink at her to give her the full Adam Willows experience. She raises an eyebrow and taps her foot again, angrily and impatiently, she narrows her eyes and says sharply,
“Look buster, I’m too busy for this. Tell me what’s wrong and I’ll see if I can fix it or if you’d prefer a male mechanic to take a look, because I am a woman after all - then you’ll have to wait until tomorrow. Your call, what will it be? And yes, I’m a mechanic!”
She’s a fiery one, I smirk a little to myself, gesture my hand out in front of me and follow the cute little red head out to my truck, watching her walk out in front of me every step of the way. Her big boots with her dirty overalls tied at the hips, her black vest like top that pinches into her tight little waist. My eyes travel up further to where her red hair is bunched on top of her head. FUCK. I think I’m in love! My dick has woken up too, it’s on high alert these days. She turns around and looks at me, with her hands on her hips. There’s oil smeared on her face, I slip my hands in my pocket to stop myself from getting the urge to wipe it off.
I walk in front of her and stand by my Ford Ranger rather proudly.
“Had to be, didn’t it! She mumbles to herself. “Okay, tell me what’s wrong with it?” She sighs at me.
“Well the service light on the dash keeps coming on. You’re the expert, you tell me.” I put on my charming smile, she sighs and turns away.
“Pop the bonnet.”
“You know you could smile…” she looks at me in disgust as she turns up her upper lip, maybe not then!
She looks inside but she’s only just a tad taller than the front of the truck which makes me grin. “Do you need a stool sweetheart,” She turns to look at me, narrows her eyes and purses her lips in annoyance.
“Drive into the garage. It’ll need to go on the computer.” Turning on her heel she sways that sexy little arse away from me and back into the garage. Shaking my head quickly, I open my door to the truck, before I get in, I get control of my hard on. Then try to clear my mind of the hot little mechanic bending over my truck and think about normal mechanics, you know overweight men with their arses hanging out of their jeans – I wait a couple of more minutes, yep that did it!
I drive my truck into the garage while I let the hot bit of stuff do what she has to do.