Three days. I can surely make it another three days, right? “Okay, that sounds reasonable. Do I just pick it up here?”
“We’ll deliver it,” he says with a smile. “Part of the personal service we offer to all of our customers.” Personal as in ass-kissing service. This shop caterers to high-end customers, and they’ll clearly do everything necessary to keep them happy.
“That sounds great. I won’t be home since I’ll be at work, but my mother will be there to take delivery.”
“Sounds great. As long as you have all of the insurance paperwork filled out, even though it’s being taken care of by the insurance of the lady that hit you, we’ll take care of filing everything for you and bring copies when we deliver the car.”
“Thank you, Gage. You’ve been most helpful,” I reply, gathering up my purse.
“It was my pleasure, Miss Mathewson. Anytime I can be of any service to you, you just let me know,” Gage says, the smile on his face confirming that his comment was meant as more than just a friendly, helpful remark.
“Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind,” I say as I turn and walk out the front door.
I slip inside the borrowed SUV and quickly pull out of the large lot. I shiver slightly at the seductive way Gage was staring at me, checking me out. I should probably be flattered that someone actually still finds me attractive. Yes, I know I’m an appealing woman, but I now sport stretch marks and bags under my eyes. Not exactly supermodel material. I haven’t felt that way since my night with Blake.
The night everything changed.
Chapter Four – Close But No Cigar
Blake
“Did you get a look at that hottie at the counter?” Gage says with a huge grin on his face as I step back inside from the back lot. I was on the phone with Mattias discussing the latest FUBAR by our heist team. Or should I say, a certain member of the team.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mumble as I get back to work on the Jaguar sedan on the lift.
“The owner of this car. Fuckin’ smokin’ hot! I had a boner the whole time I talked to her,” he says with a laugh, which instantly haggles at my nerves.
“Why didn’t anyone come and get me?” I ask, annoyed that they let Gage speak to a client. That’s my job as Shop Foreman, and the last thing I want is for one of these dumbasses to speak to high-end clients.
“You were on the phone and they said you couldn’t be disturbed. And I personally thank you for your shitty timing because that woman definitely got my dick hard. I’m gonna have to smoke a joint and screw Divine on my lunch break today just to get it down,” he adds grabbing his crotch. Gage was referring to our only female employee. I’m not exactly sure why Divine was hired a few months ago other than to blow the guys and spread her legs. Her filing skills suck unless you’re referring to her nails, and she’s always too busy to get up and greet a customer. All of the guys have had their rounds with her. Everyone except me. But it’s not from a lack of trying on her part. I’m just not interested in a quick office fuck from the shop community pussy.
“When you deliver her car on Friday, I’m definitely going along,” Gage adds before continuing to sand the undercarriage of the Jag. His statement doesn’t warrant a response. The last thing I can think about right now is making sure Gage goes along when I deliver the Jag.
Right now, my mind is focused on my latest phone call from Mattias. Jimmy Mo fucked up the job the other night. Bad. As soon as it went south, I sent the emergency notification to Luke. They stayed back as planned and watched as Jimmy Mo botched the escape route with the Lambo. After entering in the wrong security code, he set off silent alarms to the security house at the front of the property. Before Jimmy Mo could get the car out of the garage, shots were fired. He was hit but able to drive the car through the door and out of the gate at the back of the property. Not only did we have a damaged sports car, but also a gunshot wounded idiot.
The bureau considered stepping in and taking him into custody, but he was picked up by one of Roman’s men before they could intercept. I went to the house last night and tried to get details, but no one has seen or heard from Jimmy Mo since the night of the heist. I spent all day yesterday trying to repair the damage to the front end of the car to prepare it for sale. Mattias was grumbling on the phone earlier about how he had to smooth over ruffled feathers when the client caught wind of the car not being at the rendezvous point the other night. He was able to save the deal, offering the client an upgraded engine package that I’m supposed to install tomorrow.