Page 17 of Off-Limits
Iciness runs through my veins, jealousy singing it shortly after, a possessiveness I wasn’t aware of taking root.
What the actual fuck?
“He stuck his dick inthat?”
“Looks like he has a type.”
I try not to read too much into her comment, but it’s hard not to with the way my stomach twists. Selina was a younger, carbon-copy of my aunt. Fucking gross.
“Let’s get started.”
After Arrie clued me into what needed to be done, she set to hiring another secretary that she might like, while I filled the position in the meantime.
The phone rang incessantly for the first half of the day, and then the next half was boring as fuck. I sat there flicking through Pinterest for hours, researching what I wanted to do with my piece at home, but also looking at ideas with what I could do to the workshop to brighten it up.
Lost in thought, I don’t hear one of the mechanics approaching.
“Dorothy, right?”
I jolt and screw up at my face simultaneously at my full name, locking eyes with a handsome, grease-covered mechanic who can’t be older than twenty-five. He has messy dark hair that he’s clearly been running his hands through, a crooked smile, and bright blue eyes.
He chuckles and cups his hand on the back of his neck.
“Don’t like Dorothy?”
“Hate it. Call me Dottie.”
“Dottie it is. Sooooo.”
I raise an eyebrow and lean back in the office chair.
“It was really awesome watching you hand Selina her ass.”
I crack a smile.
“Anyway, I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Harry.”
Leaning forward, I reach my hand out to shake his. He glances down at his dirty hands, and I chuckle.
“It’s alright, Harry, I’m not afraid to get a little dirty.”
His mouth falls open, and I inwardly cringe at the double meaning. Picking his jaw up, he reaches out and we clasp hands. He holds my hand longer than appropriate, and his eyes smoulder.
A throat clears and he withdraws his hand quickly. Glancing at the doorway, I find Arrie leaning on it with a knowing smirk on her face. She winks at me, and I shake my head at her with a smile on my face.
“Isn’t it time for you to clock out, Harry?”
“Yeah, shit, sorry, Arrie. I was just coming to say hi to Dottie.”
“You done?”
He nods his head once at her, looks back at me, and smiles.
“See you around, Dottie.”
“You will.”
With that, he ducks out the door sideways so as not to bump into Arrie. As soon as he’s out of earshot, we burst into laughter.
