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Bonney was mid-bite of her extra cheese pizza when she heard the front door chime.
Ugh!! I’ve been waiting all damn day to have this! I don’t get paid enough for this shit. Kid needs to give me a raise!
She frowned and put the greasy slice down before putting on her best “customer service” voice but continued to stare in a mix of disgust and sorrow at her now cooling lunch.
“Hello, welcome to Victorian Auto Customs & Repairs, how can we help ya today?”
“Good afternoon, I believe I need an inspection as well as an oil…pressure change for my vehicle please.”
Bonney’s head snapped up from her pizza at the sound of the smooth voice she heard, eyes connecting with its owner.
Oh damn. He’s hot.
The customer in front of her was a tall and lean man. His sun-kissed skin complimented his calm, yet somehow tense grey eyes.
Bonney’s own danced toward every tattoo she saw on his forearms and hands once he placed them on the countertop.
Shit, nice ink too! Another check on the list!
I think I just might have to have some fun.
Bonney refocused. “Of course sir! What’s the year, make, and model of your car?”
The man’s golden earrings clinked together as his head slightly tilted to the side before quickly straightening back up.
“I’m sorry. I’m unsure of what those are, besides the year, of course, which is 2019.”
The tattooed man sighed when he noticed Bonney match his earlier confused expression. “I must be honest, this is actually my first time doing this. Usually, I would have my friends or ex do it for me.”
Ex? Ex, what? Ex-boyfriend? Bonney stifled a giggle, not wanting him to feel like it was anything against him. This is just too good!
She was getting excited, but had to stay professional.
If he’s interested though, I might get a raise after all.
“That’s ok. The make is the company that the car was made by. The model is the specific name for the car.”
The handsome man nodded once as he crossed his arms. It looked as if he was storing the information in a folder in his brain.
“Hmm… understood. I must apologize again, since I am still uncertain.” the man grimaced.
Just based on the way he talked and the slight frown on his face, Bonney could tell that he was an intelligent man and was frustrated at himself for not knowing the information that she asked him for.
He’s totally clueless about cars! Cute. I wonder what he does for a living. Probably went to some fancy college or some shit.
A quiet snicker brought Bonney out of her thoughts.
“Truthfully, I just bought the car because the salesman was very persuasive.” he smirked, leaving all to Bonney’s imagination. She couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear!
Oh hell yeah! He’s perfect!
She wasn’t going to make it harder for the poor thing though. The guy honestly had zero knowledge about cars it seems, no matter how many car salesmen he may have fooled around with. She had to make her move later.
“It may be easier if you just showed me your license and registration. I need to put the information into the system anyway.”
The man reached around to his back pocket, but came up empty handed. “I seem to have left them in the car.” The brunette moved his arm up to scratch the back of his neck. “I am usually not this disorganized. I will return momentarily.”
“That’s cool. Take ya time!”
Bonney watched the tall, dark, and handsome man walk back out to his car. She couldn’t help but notice how his tight spotted jeans showed off the nice curve of his ass.
Yep, I am SO doing this! He needs a delicious distraction. He’s been pissy all damn day!
Without hesitation Bonney pressed the green intercom button beside her.
“KID!!! KID! GET YOUR PALE ASS UP HERE ASAP!”
She could see the redhead look up at the speakers inside the garage, wrench still in hand. His non-existent brows squinched together in confusion on the security monitor that she has at the front desk.
“GET MOVING!! I’M SERIOUS!!”
The tattooed man would be back in no time. Luckily, he had parked in the rear end of the parking lot, but she could see his silhouette gracefully making its way back to the entrance.
Bonney jammed the intercom button down. “HURRY UP DUMMY!! I AINT GOT ALL DAY!”
She soon heard Kid’s heavy stomps echoing from the tile garage floor, the muscular man shouting curses before he slammed through the door next to her desk.
“Alright already!! What the fuck!?”
Bonney looked back at the outside camera footage, the customer was bending down to tie his shoe. Thank heavens! But he was still only seconds from coming back inside.
“No time to explain. Just undo your coveralls and let them hang down by your waist!” Bonney rushed over to her “boss” and started pulling at the clothing on his torso.
“Huh!? Bonney what the hell’re ya talkin’ bout? What the fuck’re you doin!?” raged Kid, trying to pry off the pink haired woman’s hands.
“Just trust me ok!” she yelled back, yanking on his coverall zipper. “Dammit Kid! Of all the damn days that you don’t wear a shirt underneath, you wanna wear one today?!”
She sighed. Oh well. It’ll have to do.
She took a few steps back and inspected him. “Good, you’re all sweaty and oily, I think he might like that.”
“Who!?” Kid scowled.
Bonney knew he was annoyed. Wire was out due to food poisoning from the sketchy seafood place around the corner, so he was putting in extra hours making sure his crew was done with the special bike order that they are customizing for this high-end customer, on top of doing their regular mechanic jobs coming in and out all day. Eustass didn’t have time for Bonney’s games right now.
“Look, there’s a really really hot guy that showed up to get an inspection and he said he had an ex and flirted with the guy who sold him his car, he’s thin but not too scrawny, ya know and he even has tattoos so he’s for sure your type! Anyway, he left his registration in the car, so while he went to go get it, I called you up here so you could see hi—“
Kid cut her off as she spewed out her explanation. “Are you fuckin’ serious!?” he growled.
The mechanic turned to leave. “Bonney, I’m not in the mood for this shit today!! I’ve got too much on my plate to be dealing with your bull-“
Before he could finish his sentence, Kid looked up as the front door chimed again. His amber eyes locked onto steel grey ones. “Holy…shit.”
Bonney looked to see Kid, mouth slightly agape, frozen with his hand still on the door knob.
She smirked and crossed her arms, knowing.
Told ya so, Kiddo! Bonney sang to herself, prancing back around to her place behind the desk.
“Do you come with the inspection?“ said a teasing, smooth voice.
Bonney grinned, knowing her work here was done. She treated herself by taking a huge bite of her pizza.
I’m so getting that raise.
“Special ordered with your name written all over it gorgeous. Which is what by the way?”
And a longer lunch break!