Page 18 of Flirting with the Bad Boy

“I did have them put bacon on it since the gruyere cheese and heirloom tomatoes wouldn’t be enough sustenance for you.” I continue passing the sandwich between the two of us until it’s gone.

“So, what are you working on?” I wipe my hands on a napkin and pass one to Ledger, and he does the same.

“You really want to know? It doesn’t seem like your kinda thing.”

“Yes! It’s part of who you are, and I want to get to know you more.”

He raises an eyebrow. “If you want to, but you’re not going to understand anything.”

“Well, you can teach me.” I hop off the desk and straighten my dress. I wrap my fingers around his wrist and tug him out of his seat. Reluctantly, he rises to his feet and trails after me.

Once we reach the garage and are standing next to the car, he grabs another flat thing with wheels and sets it next to the one he was on earlier.

“What’s that?” I point to the two rollie things on the floor.

“It’s called a creeper. It makes it easier to maneuver around when you’re underneath a vehicle. Ladies first.” He motions for me to lie down.

I bend at my knees, pressed together and sit sideways to avoid flashing all my lady goods. I squirm back and forth, searching for a good angle to sit on it. When I glance up, Ledger is staring at me with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.

“Apparently today was not a good day to wear a dress.” I shrug.

“That’s the reason I avoid wearing one while I work.”

“Ha. Ha.” Modesty be damned. I haul my other leg over, so my feet are on either side of the creeper. I tug my dress between my legs.

“I won’t lie, you look pretty hot like that.”

“Just get down here and show me what you’re working on.”

He chuckles, crouches down, and lays down on his own creeper. “With your feet, push yourself under the car.”

Slowly, with one foot I push off and then the other until the underside of the car is above me. “Don’t you worry about a car falling on you?”

“Not really.”

“Huh? That would be my fear.”

He flicks on a light, and the bottom of the car illuminates. “When you know what you’re doing, it’s not something that crosses your mind. Plus, the ramps are pretty stable and are meant to hold the weight.”

“I’ve never seen what the bottom of a car looks like.” I glance around at all the metal and various pipes traveling up and down the length.

“That doesn’t surprise me.”

I turn my head and give him a snarky smile.

He moves the treble light around the underside of the car pointing out basic parts and explaining what they are and what they’re for. Dirt and grease cover his hand as he touches all the various parts. Then he shines the light on a front tire. “You see this part?”

“Yeah.”

With his other hand, he reaches up and wiggles a long bar that connects the tire to the car. “This is called a tie rod. You see how it moves?”

“Let me guess, it’s not supposed to.”

“Correct. It should be solid and stiff.”

“Me and the car have something in common.” He glances my way. “I like things solid and stiff too.” A playful smile flirts on my lips. I glide my hand up his denim covered thigh until I’m cupping his impressive bulge even when he’s not hard.

He exhales a grunt when I give him a gentle squeeze. “Is that so?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly.

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