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Holy freaking cow.
“Plus,” he smirked. “The wedge sandals and denim shorts you wear make your ass look fan-fucking-tastic.”
I slapped his bicep before I could stop myself. “You’re a jerk.”
“Yeah.” He took my hand and settled it in his and then on his thigh. His warm thigh. Hard and muscled. His hand curled around mine and held me tight to him. “But I think you’re finally beginning to like it.”
Kyle returned with paperwork before I could respond, which was good. Because what in the hell would I have said?
Beaux and Kyle went over the paperwork, while I sat back and watched. Beaux shocked me again when he didn’t even try to get a better deal on the fifty-thousand-plus dollar truck.
We were back on the road an hour later. I soaked in the new car smell and fiddled with the controls on the radio and air vents.
“Why did you want me with you today if you didn’t plan on asking for my advice?”
Without looking at me, one edge of Beaux’s lip lifted and curved. “Because the first time I was in my truck, I wanted to have your fantastic ass sitting next to me.”
“That’s outrageous! You didn’t even try to get a deal on it.”
He flicked on his blinker and glanced at me as he turned a corner. “Why would I do that? I’ve got the cash to pay for it and a few grand is nothing to me. But the extra commission might make that guy’s life a bit easier while he’s providing for his family. Did you see that picture behind the desk? He’s got like six kids.”
I hadn’t even noticed it. The fact Beaux did said volumes about him.
God. That did it. He really was the chivalrous and generous guy he claimed to be, or he was giving me an Emmy-worthy performance. Either way, I was falling for it, hook, line, and sinker.
“That’s really nice of you.”
“I’m a nice guy.”
“Yeah, well, considering our first encounter, forgive me if I’m having a hard time reconciling the two together.”
“Take as long as you need. I got all the time in the world to prove you wrong.” He glanced at me again but this time his gaze swept my body.
I checked to make sure I hadn’t turned on the heated leather seat feature.
CHAPTER EIGHT
BEAUX
When Paige came back to the garage, Sam and I had been kicking it in the main office. Paige’s stamp was all over the place in a subtle but still feminine way. The small waiting room was picked up and tidy, cookies were laid out, coffeepot filled and hot.
The main desk had little splashes of color on it with neon Post-it notes and next to the area where I knew Paige sat was a small vase filled with three fresh flowers. Looked like fake colored daisies but the water in the vase was definitely real.
I’d had a decent time with her old man. He was quick to laugh, the straight shooter I pegged him to be. We talked about my last season with the Rough Riders, and he told me about his college days playing ball for Purdue. All surface level shit, but by the time Paige arrived dressed to kill in a short and frayed denim skirt that barely skimmed the bottom of her ass and a tank top that accentuated her assets up top, I had his approval.
He didn’t say it, but I knew men like him. Good men with good hearts and strong minds. It was a shame his body was failing him.
I’d actually planned on taking longer at the dealership, but once Paige was in my truck, telling me about her jobs at the garage and the restaurant, all I could see were her tanned legs and all I could smell was the scent of her flowery perfume. My dick was so hard I had to keep shifting in my seat and drape an arm in my lap so she didn’t see the bulge. Once we pulled into the Ford dealership, I just wanted the deal done so I could get her to dinner, keep her opening up and then take her home so I could finally kiss her.
Because I wasn’t ending the night without our lips pressed and tongues tangled together and my hands tangled in her hair.
Now we were at IronOar Steakhouse, a casual restaurant where you picked your own cuts of meat when you walked in, grilled your own steak, and took whatever sides you were offered for the night.
It was a kick back with family, good friends, and a beer kind of place. I loved it. The wait staff and owners had recognized me the first time I’d come in with Shannon. When I came back the second time, they’d hung a photo of me with the wait staff so I had them take it down so I could sign it. Since then, I became a regular, stopping by almost once a week. No one gave me any extra attention.
I figured Paige would like that, too, and besides the smirk she gave me when she saw my photo on the wall when we arrived and requested our steaks, everyone had left us alone.
It helped that while it was Friday, we were still there before the main dinner rush.
