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“Don’t apologize I love a woman who talks dirty”

“That wasn’t dirty,” I defend weakly

One sable brow arches inquisitively and I realize how bad that sounded “So there’s more? Dirtier?”

Despite the oppressive heat, I feel a blush warm my cheeks A blush! I can’t even res in my life that have desensitizedcould e for a perfect (perfectly hot) stranger

I take a shaky breath and ser of uy couldall over his chest His wide, hard, muscular chest

I squeeze my eyes shut God! Stop it, stop it, stop it!

“Are you okay?” Perfectly Hot Stranger asks, all playfulness gone from his voice

Avoid eye contact

When I crack htening it as I step out from between his impressive body and my open trunk “I’ my tire I’m just…hot And tired And…”

I back around the corner ofthat my purse and my phone are but a few steps away should I need them

I watch as Perfectly Hot Stranger kicks my spare with the toe of his boot “I hope this is the one you just took off”

Oh crap! How could I forget ot two flats!

I’m as deflated as my inner tubes as I watch hi its floppy side “I’ by the way,” he offers casually He crosses his arms over his chest as he stands back to survey ht need a tow”

A tow Yes! I race to the driver’s side and lean in for my cell phone, all too aware of s as I stretch I hurry back out, brandishing my iPhone like a weapon “Yes! I need a tow I’ll call now,” I say, trying to ignore the heat of his wars

I start to search for a towing co that et my car towed, I’ll need a ride into tohichfor a cab to arrive Then I’ll still have to stop to buy clothes so I can make it to drinks on time, which will put me even later, but at least I’ll be dressed appropriately But either way, it’s lose-lose I’ll be late and car-less And Lance will be furious