Page 5 of Dirty Dillon

And then I get a good whiff of her scent and everything sort of stops like an old-fashioned record scratch. I can’t tell you what floral notes her shampoo or perfume holds, but I can tell you my dick likes it.

She’s more tempting than I thought.

Shit. I turn and head toward the office, willing my erection to stand down. We don’t need this complication. I unzip my coveralls to the waist and take my arms out as I go though I doubt it will cool me off the way I want it to.

She follows me, her heels clicking on the cement. “My father doesn’t know I’m here,” she says to my back.

“No shit.”

I turn around to find her right behind me. She bites her glossy lips, and her gaze gets all tangled up on my tat sleeves like she’s hypnotized.

“Never been this close to a tattoo before, princess?”

She swallows hard. “Please, half my sorority sisters have a tramp stamp, which is ridiculous. They’re trying to bring them back. That’s what they say, anyway. I think they were all just wasted the night they got the tattoos and want to save face. It probably sounded funnier when they were drunk.”

“Tell me how close up you get to your sisters’ tramp stamps. I’m starting to like where this story is going.”

She tilts her head to look all the way up at me. “If I do, will you fix my car?”

Brat. I like her eyes. They’re intelligent. Gonna have to stay two steps ahead of this one.

“If you want to pay extra for a rush, I’ll fix your car next. Otherwise, can’t get you in until next week.”

Cressida gasps, causing my dick to twitch. I’d really love to hear that sound again under very different circumstances. “I can’t wait that long. Isn’t there anything you can do to expedite the process?”

I raise an eyebrow. “Maybe. But it’ll cost you.”

She looks down at her pretty toes. I put my finger under her chin and raise her face back up. Not done looking in those eyes. “What is it, princess?”

“I actually don’t have any money.”

Now I do laugh. “Your shoes cost more than a mechanic makes in a week.”

“My shoes are seven years old, and I’ve seen what mechanics charge an hour. You could totally afford these.” She sighs. “Look, my dad sort of...cut me off...so I don’t have any money. Or any other transportation. And if I pay you in sorority girls gone wild stories, I’ll have to make most of them up because we really aren’t that exciting.”

“Pillow fights?”

She shakes her head. “Sorry. We hardly ever make out, either.”

“Hardly ever implies at least sometimes.”

She smiles, her pretty lips stretching wide. “Does it?”

She’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen and a brat besides. My weakness. I’d love to tame this one, but I don’t need to add gasoline to the fire with her father. My brothers and I are still trying to figure out why he’s so against us filling the town with business and people again. You’d think he’d be happy to get Tempest back on track.

I exhale loudly. “Sorry, I can’t help.”

She stamps her foot. Just a little. It’s like a tug on my cock. “Please, Mr. Duke.”

“You can call me, Dillon. But, no.”

“I’ll do anything.” She makes a show of putting her hand on my chest and stroking down.

My dick is once again very happy about the proximity of this spoiled young woman, but my brains are trying to stay in control. I don’t think they have a chance in hell.

“Anything? You sure about that, princess?” I ask, my voice low and dangerous. “Because I can think of a few things you could do.”

Cressida’s eyes widen even further, but she doesn’t back down. Instead, she tilts her chin up. My defiant cock twitches again. This girl is trouble with a capital T. But I can’t resist the challenge.

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