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“Cherry,” he murmured, with a smile. He glanced out the front window as if looking for my car that might need work. “What are you doing here?”
I tucked my thumbs in my jean pockets, equally embarrassed and pleased with the nickname he called me. “I’m your new employee.”
He frowned.
“Guy’s name is Frankie.”
“Yeah. I’m Frankie Waller.”
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My new hirewasn’t a guy.Hewas ashe. Francesca.
Frankie.
Holy shit.
“You’re a mechanic?” I asked, stunned. Not because she fixed cars, but because she was here. I figured the fucked up night was a one and done and I’d never see her again. She’d be in my spank bank for years… hell, the rest of my life. She’d be infamous as the woman who I paid to fuck.
It was great she was here. I could take her out on that date I imagined. Do things right. But then Irealized, hell, she was a huge ass reminder of what I’d done.
I’d fucking paid for sex.
It only got worse. She was my new employee. I’d fucked my new mechanic and paid her for it.
She bristled at my question, her shoulders going back and her chin tipping up. What I really noticed was how it made her tits stick out beneath her sweatshirt.
Fuck. I was so fucking bad.
“You don’t think a girl can fix cars?” she asked, her tone dripped with annoyance. No doubt she’d had the question put to her before and that had to be annoying as fuck. I’d never once been doubted for my abilities because I had a dick.
“If Hank vouches for you, then I’m sure you can do it. It’s–”
She arched a brow when I cut off my answer. Today, she was makeup free. Her hair was back in a braid and she was covered from neck to toes. A dark purple hoodie, jeans, and sturdy work boots.
While I recognized her in an instant, she looked completely different. High maintenance on Saturday versus low maintenance now. I assumed this was the real Francesca.
Fuck, no. Frankie Waller. And man, did I think Frankie was hot as shit.
“It’s what?” she prodded.
“It’s that you’re–”
Shit. I couldn’t figure out what to say without sticking my foot in my mouth.
“The woman you paid to have sex with?”
Stupidly, that made my dick stir in my coveralls. It only made me remember what she looked like beneath me as I took her for the first time.
“Look, I’m sure you’re trying to think of a way to get out of this and never see me again, but I need the job,” she added. “As you can probably guess, I’m a little hard up for cash right now. I’m a hard worker and if you let me under some hoods, I’ll prove I’m worth keeping around.”
Now I felt like a fucking asshole. I was in a position of power here. She needed this job. While I’d paid her for sex–let’s not forget that, again–she was here to work. For money.
While I hadn’t seen much of the other women Saturday night, Rocky had made it very clear they’d all been there voluntarily. They could have all had sex with any guy they wanted at a bar. It didn’t take much more than a crooked finger to get a guy to pull his dick out.
While they might have a kink around being bought for sex, they’d all been there for the money.
