Dirty (A Real Man, 8) by Jenika Snow

Author:Jenika Snow [Snow, Jenika]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jenika Snow
Published: 2016-12-19T16:00:00+00:00

6

Josephine

“Thanks,” I said and got out of the car. I was thankful I’d made at least one friend while being in town, and Lilly was a sweetheart.

“No problem,” Lilly said and leaned down so she could see out the opened passenger door. “You have my cell if you need me.”

I nodded and lifted my hand. After shutting the door and watching her leave, I turned and looked at Gabe’s garage.

I made my way toward the building, hearing the music pounding through the closed doors. I knocked on the front entrance but doubted he’d hear me unless he was close to it. Walking around to where the bay doors were, I rose on my toes and peered in through the dirty, smudged glass. A motorcycle that was taken apart was on one side, and several other vehicles were lined up away from that. The garage itself was small, but then again, this was a tiny town, so they probably didn’t need a whole lot of custom work done.

And then I saw Gabe. He was hunched over the hood of a car. He wore a pair of grease-stained jeans, thick black biker boots, and a T-shirt that might have been white at one time but was now gray and torn. A breeze blew by, and I shivered. Wrapping my jacket more firmly around my chest, I noticed a door off to the side. He clearly hadn’t heard me knocking, and I doubted he’d hear if I banged on the garage door.

I went over to the side door, pulled it open, and the scent of grease, gasoline, and everything that made up Gabe slammed into me. My body reacted instantly: my nipples hardened, and I became wet between my thighs.

I moved closer. He still had yet to realize I was here, despite the fact that he’d let me know the car was ready and I all but argued I’d have a coworker drop me off.

I could see his big hands working on the guts of the car but had no clue what he was actually doing, obviously. Grease covered his tanned hands, but it was a turn-on to see him in his element. I don’t know how long I stood there staring him, my body becoming even more aroused, my heart racing.

And then he lifted his head and his dark gaze landed right on me. The music beat a heady, almost violent rhythm around us, and neither of us said anything for long seconds. He moved out from under the hood and walked over to where an ancient-looking radio sat atop a workstation. When he turned the dial, the music instantly lowered. Gabe faced me, a dirty red rag in his hands. He still said nothing as he started cleaning off the oil with one of the shop rags.

“So,” I said, my throat tight, my nerves insane right now. I looked at my car again, which I saw parked off to the side away from the half-assembled motorcycle. “How’s it going?”

How’s it going? I seriously just said that?

I tried to ward off the awkward feeling I had by pointing to my car.

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