"Relax, Charlie," I said, feeling my cock twitch behind the zipper of my Levi's. The hold this girl had on my attention was as frustrating as hell. "I'm not saying that. I just figured that it was a gift."
"Oh, so you were assuming. You know what they say about that?" She laughed, repeating my question from the day before.
"You're right." I held up my hands in surrender. "It was wrong. I apologize."
The satisfied smile on her face was enough to earn my apology. In fact, a string of ideas ran through my head about all the ways I could earn a few more of those smiles. I'd use a whole lot more than my words. I'd start with my mouth and hands, and then work down to the part of my body that was currently bogarting more than its fair share of my blood supply.
"Glad we could work that out." She breezed by me and extended her hand to Wayne. "I'm Charlotte Freemont. You must be Wayne."
"I am," he said, grabbing her hand with his greasy paw.
Both Wayne and Charlotte dropped their gaze to the connection between them, and I couldn't help but laugh. One was mortified that he'd forgotten about the grease, and the other had probably never been dirtier in her entire life.
"Oh, this is great," I said, leaning up against one of the other cars that Wayne had in the garage. All I needed was popcorn.
"I'm real sorry." Wayne quickly pulled a clean-ish rag from his back pocket and handed it to her.
"It's fine." Charlotte frowned as she swiped at the grease on her hand. She glanced back at me, and I sensed she was doing her best to rein in that stick-up-her-ass New York attitude. "Just tell me you can fix my car."
"I can," Wayne said proudly.
"That's great." She beamed at him as she returned his rag. "Today?"
"Well . . ." Wayne shoved the rag in the back pocket of his overalls and rubbed a hand on his neck. "'Bout that . . ."
"Come on," she pleaded. "I'll pay you extra if you have it done today. I really need to get out of here. I'm supposed to be in LA."
Of course she is.
Wayne shook his head. "Honey, even if I wanted to, I don't have the part I need."
"Where is it?"
"On its way from Amarillo. Should be here tomorrow. Wednesday at the latest."
"So, Wednesday."
"Not quite. Then I have to put the part in." He glanced skyward as he considered. "With this new engine component, it'll probably take me a while, and then I have to put the whole thing back together. Maybe Friday."
"FML." She let out a huff and rolled her eyes.
"Oh, come on, Charlie," I said, hoping to defuse the tension. "This place isn't that bad." That statement in itself earned me a glare.
"It's Charlotte," she reminded me.
I knew exactly what her name was, so I just shrugged.
"You seriously can't have it done any faster?" she asked Wayne after she finished shooting daggers in my direction.
I knew as well as Wayne that if he really wanted to, he could have her car done by Wednesday. I could see the dollar signs in his eyes. If he stretched this job out long enough, he could charge a pretty penny for labor. Maybe it would serve her right for owning such an expensive car. There was nothing modest about it and clearly screamed she had money to burn.
"You can work faster than that," I told Wayne, stepping up by her side. "Just because you can take till Friday doesn't mean you have to."
"What are you doing?" Charlotte frowned at me, her confusion now laced with agitation.
"Helping you out." I flashed her a grin. See, I can be civil. Helpful, even.
"I don't need your help," she snapped. "I can buy my own damn cars, and I can surely negotiate a deal to get them fixed."
"I just thought-" I started to tell her that I knew a guy in Austin who could have the part in and installed well before Friday, but the girl just couldn't keep her mouth shut.
"I can take care of myself. I have a degree in marketing from Yale," she spat out. "And my family runs one of the largest firms in New York City. Thanks for the offer, but no thanks."
"Okay then." I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to lose the cool I'd been so desperately trying to keep. She wasn't making it easy. I had a business to run, and the last thing I needed was to get mixed up in her drama.
"Thanks for the part, Wayne." I gave him a nod as I grabbed the hose off the counter by the door. "Send me a bill."
I didn't even bother looking at Charlotte. If she wanted to take care of herself, she could do just that.