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“You call anyone about the AC yet?” I asked, realizing this could be the perfect in She frowned, those gorgeous lips pouting as I considered sucking the on thereement
“No,” she told me “I mean, I tried But the closest repair place is in Ouy isn’t available for another week at least Not much around here, you know?”
No shit
“Let ested This really was a perfect opportunity to get in with her, build upinto her Thank fuck for the counter between us, because my cock was rock hard “I’m Cooper, by the way Cooper Romero”
“Tinker Garrett,” she replied, offering her hand across the glass Her fingers were delicate and tiny, but not fragile I felt the strength in her grip, and she wasn’t afraid to look me in the eye “Nice to meet you Have you done maintenance work before?”
I considered the question, deciding not to lie more than was necessary—it’s always the extra lies that cause trouble Keep it simple and don’t volunteer information
“Not for over the years Generally pretty good at figuring things out, if I’ve got enough time, and it sounds like this isn’t an hourly job anyway Not so much a cash operation?”
She flushed I should get the hell out of here—I already had a job to do, and it didn’t involve banging Tinker Garrett She tugged her hand free and reached up, catching her black hair and pulling it back into a ponytail, jiggling her boobs in the process
So
She caughtuncomfortable for the first time since I’d walked in “Stupid hair—it’s hot in here, and I couldn’t stand it on ht—the job is off the books I know that’s—”
“No worries,” I said, offering her a sly se of triuuy lookin’ for a place to sleep How many hours a week do you need me to work?”
“U it into a question That was perfect—enough work to et in the way of my real job “But I haven’t even had you fill out an application yet, and I need to put away the chocolate”
“Show e “I’ll look it over and see if I can fix it while you do that Sound good?”
She glanced around, and I had to bite back a snort of laughter She obviously didn’t feel co me free rein of the place, but at the same time she wanted that AC fixed Bad Couldn’t blame her, either Shop felt like it was a hundred and ten in there, and the day wasn’t over yet
“It’s up on the roof,” she said finally “Coh the back I’ll show you where the stairs are”
Excellent, although as I followed her up the stairs—eyes glued to her ass—I couldn’t help but think she was a little too trusting for her own good Any other guy e of the situation I sure as hell wanted to
Focus, I reet
Fucking shame