Page 34 of Saving the Last Heir
“You justwhat?” I asked a little breathlessly.
A dozen emotions seemed to play out over his face in the next few seconds, and then he finally came to some sort of decision, smiling sadly.
“Just wanted to tell you I had a good time last night.” He smirked. “I mean, other than being kicked in the balls.”
Heat rose to my cheeks, and I smiled. “I had a good time, too. It was?—”
Jackson pressed his lips to mine in a chaste kiss that was over in a single second, lips brushing again lips in a way that satiated nothing, and only served to inflame the thoughts and fantasies flooding my mind.
Even with that quick kiss, I could taste him on my tongue—salty sweet and with a muskiness that I couldn’t even describe. Jackson stepped back, grinning at me, and before I could say anything more, he shifted and leaped into the sky, leaving me gazing up at the sky, but of course, I couldn’t see him with his camouflage.
I brushed my fingertips over my lips, relishing the pleasant buzz that surged through them. For one quick second, I imagined what it might have been like last night if things had gone the way of imagination rather than reality.
Jackson, naked and sheened in sweat, his strong hands grasping my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as he pulled me to him with each thrust. Our skin clapping each time mythighs made contact with his hips. His thick cock ramming into me, gliding through the dripping wetness of my pussy. Head thrown back, my mouth wide, crying out in pleasure as he fucked me.
Sucking in a breath, I shook my head, throwing off that mental image.
“Okay,” I said to the empty parking lot. “Enough of that. Time for work.”
“Well, well, well, look who finally decided to show up for the day,” Reggie called as I stepped through the open garage door.
The space was filled with thebuzz-snapof pneumatic impact wrenches, the hiss of pressurized air filling tires, and the constantthudof boots walking. This was my comfort place, the one spot where I could simply exist and enjoy the day. The combined smell of rubber and oil was strangely pleasant.
“Some of us have lives,” I said. “Unlike you, Reggie.”
He clutched his hands to his chest, his dark brown skin already smeared with grease. “You wound me, my lady. I’ll have you know, I spent an eventful evening alone with a gorgeous date.”
“Is that what you call your left hand now? Interesting,” I said.
The other men let out hoots of laughter, and even Reggie had to nod along, acknowledging that I’d landed one.
“Looks like sleeping in did wonders for your sense of humor,” he said before getting back to work.
As I walked through the garage to the office, I nearly tripped and fell when I spotted the bathroom door. There was a brand-new door on the hinges, and all remnants of the old had been removed. It had even been painted the same exact color. It was like nothing had ever happened. Had he done this when he’d come back the night before? He must have. Jeez, he must not have had a minute’s sleep.
“You need to take a dump, boss?” Brent asked, eyeing me as I stared at the bathroom.
“What?”
“You’re eyeballing that bathroom like you ate a dozen hot wings and a bean burrito last night,” he said.
“Eww! Gross.” I grimaced. “Get to work.”
For the rest of the day, no one else mentioned my late arrival, and I was able to fully immerse myself in work. That was good, since it took my mind off the spectacularly dreamlike evening I’d had the night before. Carlo and I worked on the timing belt of a Chrysler minivan. Brent spent the better part of the early afternoon replacing an alternator and wiring harness for a ninety-four Mitsubishi Eclipse that looked like it had already driven a million miles since production. When Carlo finished the minivan, he and Reggie worked in the paint room, sanding down an eighties Corvette a customer had purchased dirt cheap through an auction.
That’s where I found Reggie late that afternoon before we closed up for the night.
“Sup boss lady,” he said as I walked in, pulling off his respirator mask.
Looking at Carlo, I tilted my head toward the door. “Hey, give us a minute?”
Carlo looked from me to Reggie and back again. “Ooooooh,” he said. “Someone’s introuble.”
Reggie pulled a rag from his pocket and snapped it at the other man, catching him on his calf.
“Ouch!” Carlo cried, rubbing his leg.
“Ha!” Reggie pointed at him, a big grin on his face. “That’ll teach you to talk back to your elders.”
