Page 16 of Crash
Griffin knew it was a bad idea. He should say no. He definitely should not entertain the idea of her in his office.
“Yeah, fine. Come down when you’re ready.”
With that, he stomped down the stairs before he made any more terrible decisions.
Like fuck her against the door.
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GRIFFIN
“Yes, Henderson, I am actually really busy and have not gotten to your car yet.” Griffin was about to rip the hair out of his head.
What did the entitled prick expect when he dropped by unannounced? Does he not understand I need to finish all the overdue jobs before getting to his car?
He briefly considered making Henderson a top priority to avoid further contact, but decided it would reinforce bad behavior. If Henderson called him one more time today, he would set the Mustang on fire and call it a day. Chalk it up to faulty wiring.
A soft knock prevented him from following through with his dark thoughts.
Quynh stood at the entrance to his office, her petite frame outlined by the soft morning light.
“Tough customer?” A small smile teased at her lips.
The taunting lilt to her lips made him pause. It wasthe first time he had seen her really smile since she came crashing into town.
He wondered what she would look like with a genuine smile gracing her face.
Would her eyes crinkle in the corners?
He imagined she probably looked radiant, especially with her skin glowing like it was.
Griffin shook himself out of his runaway thoughts. He shouldn’t be imagining what she’d look like smiling. They were still strangers.
“Yeah. Won’t stop calling,” Griffin finally responded, his tone conveying his annoyance about the entire ordeal.
“Just show me what I need to do, and I can take care of it for you.”
There wasn’t much to his office other than his desk, an outdated computer, and an office phone. He didn’t even have any other chairs besides his own. The only item on display in the otherwise empty auto body shop was a simple, slightly tarnished frame holding his first hard-earned dollar a decade ago when he was granted ownership of the business. The significance of the fateful day was etched into the building.
Heaving himself out of his creaky office chair, Griffin rounded the desk and gestured for her to make herself comfortable. The wave of vanilla from her perfume hit him as she passed by. The sweet scent was subtle, but still, his body reacted involuntarily. His muscles tensed,and his breath caught in his throat as she rounded his desk. The silence in the room was thick with tension.
As he watched her settle into his chair, the metallic clang of the garage doors opening echoed loudly in the otherwise quiet office. She looked so small in his space.
“I got this, boss. Go get some work done.” A teasing smile played on her lips as she made a shooing motion with her hand, her eyes sparkling with laughter. Reluctantly, he backed away without a word. In the quiet hallway, a small, involuntary smile tugged at his lips. A phenomenon entirely foreign to him.
Boss?
He liked the sound of her calling him boss. His fantasies about what he wanted to do to her on the desk were far from professional, though.
Fuck. There went his cock again.
He walked out into the garage just as Julio and Sean entered through the giant doors.
“Mornin’.” Julio was always peppy in the morning, while Sean took a couple of hours and about three cups of coffee to wake up. By lunchtime, they would all be begging him to stop talking.
They quietly put their coveralls on and got to work. The hours moved quickly, and before he knew it, there was a tapping on his leg. He was underneath a car, fixing the engine from beneath, when he slid out from under the hood to see who it was.
He wasn’t expecting to see Quynh standing there with a couple of boxes of pizza.
