No way would I let a man like Jackson Fox throw me off my course. I had dreams of opening my own body shop some day—McGuire Auto Body, after my dad. Working at Fox Motors was a priceless learning experience—picking up on the business side of fixing cars was something I didn’t know how to do—but I was determined, and that had to count for something.
“You ready to get dirty?” Jackson came around the corner of his desk, fixing his gaze on me.
I sucked in a quick breath. “Always.”
“Good. My kind of woman.” His lips twitched. “Now let’s get under that car.”
I followed him out the office door and to the back of the garage.. The way his long legs carried him across the lot was nothing short of intriguing. The faded jeans hugging his hips and the broad cut of his shoulders with those massive biceps stretching the thin white cotton of his T-shirt were a mouthwatering distraction.
I wasn’t sure why in the hell Jackson was working hands-on with me—until now he’d spent most of his days in the office handling scheduling and paperwork. But now he was here. With me.
What in the hell was I thinking?
My brain would short-circuit the minute he leaned over and asked me for a screwdriver.
Nothing about this job was easy, but working alongside Jackson Fox would make it almost impossible. I could only hope I didn’t make a complete ass out of myself and get fired by the end of the day.
We stepped into the garage, my nerves on high alert already, before he turned, piercing me with his intense fucking eyes that stole all the breath in my body.
“Sadie…” The way his tongue curled around the word had the effect of his mouth fucking my name. My stomach fell into a dark pit, my nerves crawling with arousal, my thighs aching to shift back and forth to relieve the pounding desire between them.
“Yes?” I finally breathed.
Jackson took a step closer, his eyes burning up the contours of my face before settling on my irises. One hand rose, his thumb and finger brushing across my temple. “I hope you don’t mind I pulled you today. I wanted to have some one-on-one time with you.”
My heart ratcheted another dozen notches, no thoughts in my mind, only the urge to throw myself into his arms and taste his lips. “Oh…kay.”
My brain ceased to function. It died a painless death right there on the floor of that garage.
“It can’t be easy, being the only woman in the garage.” His eyes trained on my lips, one hand settled at my neck, his thumb dragging across the hollow of my throat.
Oh Jesus.
Oh Jesus, Sadie. Get it together.
“I don’t let it get to me,” I uttered, my eyes focused on his. His own eyes watched my lips form the quiet words.
“I know you don’t,” Jackson muttered, leaning a little closer, his nose dusting the shell of my ear. My stomach flipped, my knees weak with every one of his movements. “Thing is, Sadie, I can’t get you off my mind.”
My fingers clutched at his steely forearms. His other hand weaved down the dip of my back, fingertips sliding just under the waistband of my jeans, making contact with my skin.
Jackson husked in my ear, “I’m bringing you home with me tonight and every night after.”
CONTINUE READING…
Please enjoy the first three chapters of Under Construction on me! xo Aria
UNDER
CONSTRUCTION
(BLUE-COLLAR ALPHAS)
ARIA COLE
One
Paige
A soft grunt sounded through the wall of the neighboring apartment.
I crushed the pillow over my head, trying desperately to block out the stifled sounds of sex echoing through the wall.
Another one of those faint groans.
“God, I need to move,” I groaned and rolled over, throwing another blanket over my head. The constant thud of a headboard kissing the wall my only reply.
“Please God, kill me now,” I prayed.
The sound of fucking subsided, muted groans fading until it was silent altogether.
Thank God.
I sighed, throwing the pillow off my head, my hair snarled in a mess around my shoulders. The clock read one o’clock in the morning.
It was the second time this week this had happened. When I’d walked through this apartment six months ago, the apartment next door was empty. I hadn’t even thought to ask about how the sound carried between the walls.
How could I?
This was my first apartment, my first time on my own. I’d lived with sorority sisters at the Kappa Alpha house off campus. But this…this was something else.
Despite all the fun I’d had in my college years, I was actually a pretty focused and responsible girl. I’d moved to the suburbs in the hopes of getting some quiet time, time to focus on case files, and get a full night’s rest every night. Six thirty a.m. came quickly.