Page 7 of Infinity

“Come on, let’s see what my magic touch can do!”

He smirks but as he turns I hear him say ‘I’m sure those hands can work wonders.’

Secretly grinning to myself and refusing to let him dazzle me, I watch him walk back to his truck and drive it inside. He jumps down from the truck and hands me the keys.

“If you want to leave it with me, I’ll look it at later.”

“I’ll wait if that’s okay?” he smirks as he answers me.

“What if I’m really busy today?” I shouldn’t be difficult as it’s a customer at the end of day and its customers we’re lacking at the moment.

He raises his eyebrow at me and looks around the workshop. “It must be lunchtime then, I’ll wait.” Smarmy fucker!

Fuck! I don’t want him to wait, he puts me off and distracts me. Smiling at me, he grabs a chair, sits backwards on it and leans his forearms on the top of it. “I’ll just wait here and watch you work those magic hands.” My stare stays on his bare forearms a minute too long before he catches me and grins.

Embarrassed at getting caught, I sigh loudly and turn away from him. I pull the trolley out so I can look under his truck.

After ten minutes, I’ve poked, prodded and I can’t find anything missing underneath, I roll myself out, climb into the drivers’ side and start the engine. Revving the engine, I can’t hear it blowing either, that little fucker is wasting my time.

I jump down from the cab. “Are you just wasting my time, um…

“Adam,” he says pleased with himself. Ugh, he’s so smug!

Folding my arms across my chest, I tap my toe on the ground and wait for an answer. “Well?”

“Look, I thought there was something wrong with the exhaust and I was passing, so I thought I’d pop in on the off chance and see if you were free to look at it for me, that’s it. Maybe it wasn’t mine after all.”

“So why did you ask for me? If that was the case any one of them could’ve looked at it, couldn’t they?”

Adam dips his head as he runs his fingers through his light brown hair. He tilts his head to one side and looks at me with a questionable look.

“Okay, I can’t help it. I like you and maybe I wanted to ask if you’d like to go for coffee with me.”

“Oh yeah, I don’t think your girlfriend would like that and I don’t like cheats.”

Adam’s brows crease with a frown as a confused look takes over his features. “Girlfriend? I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Oh right, so the pretty blonde that picked you up the other day isn’t your girlfriend then? I mean you looked happy to see her.”

He bursts out into laughter as I huff at him and walk away from him.

“Darcy, wait,” still laughing as he calls out to me. Entering the office, I slam the door behind me.

Knocking on the door, I see Adam as he stands on the other side. I look away as he opens the door cautiously, I sit at my desk and get on with the books.

“Darcy, I’m sorry. You think she was my girlfriend?” I don’t answer in fact I try not to look at his handsome face at all. “Do you mind if I sit?”

I shake my head slightly but I still don’t look at him.

“Look, it’s not what you think. Taylor is my sister in law, well as good as – she’s my brothers’ girlfriend.”

“It’s really none of my business.” I say with a shrug and stare long enough for him to see how pissed I am, then drop my eyes back down to look at the books.

My Dad did everything on paper and soon I’m going to need to put it all onto the computer, I don’t know anyone that does it like this anymore.

“Well you obviously think it is.” he mumbles, “look can we start over, please?” he asks hopefully but I ignore him. Sighing heavily, he stands from the chair and drops some notes on the desk in front of me. He stands there for what seems like minutes but was really, only seconds. He picks up his keys, then turns back, “See you ‘round, Darcy.” His eyes linger on mine for a beat too long then walks from the office back to his truck.

I watch him walk past the office window until I can’t see him. On hearing the loud rumble of the engine start, I move towards the door of the office and watch from the doorway as he reverses out. Our gazes lock again as he looks over at me, a small smile pulls at his lips as he manoeuvres the truck and pulls out of the garage.

Shit! Good going Darcy…

I pick up the notes from the desk and see he’s paid me £50 for basically nothing.

Darcy Ambrose, you are a bitch!

I need to think of a way I can get some of this back to him. Flipping through the invoices I find

Adam’s invoice from the other day and sure enough he left his number on it. Pulling out my phone I store it in my contacts then try to concentrate back on the accounts. The only problem is all I can see are those blue eyes fixed on me.

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