Today’s Page Notes is a little taste from Risky Pleasures (McKingley, Book #3) a book I co-authored with Aliyah Burke. Enjoy.
Time passed and, close to closing, Archer was by his truck when a tingle ran up his spine. Lifting his head, he watched as a green jeep pulled in. The stiffening in his pants told him all he needed to know—it never failed, his body always knew when Delicia was around. He watched her climb out and look around.
Damn, she made that look good. She wore her uniform, a short sleeved light blue shirt and reflective EMS trousers. Her hair was back in a French braid and he longed to release it. Licking his lips, he shut his truck door and ambled over to where she stood talking to Mark, another one of his mechanics—a trainee actually, but he was a quick learner.
“Delicia,” he said upon his approach.
Her amazing brown eyes, reminding him of chocolate mousse, flicked up and widened slightly. “Mr Bennett,” she responded.
He disliked her calling him Mr Bennett but let it go for the moment. It was her thing, what she did when others were near. “Something I can help you with?”
Mark took the hint and walked away, leaving them alone. She looked just about everywhere else, except at him. And Archer realised she was nervous around him.
“Delicia?” he asked, stepping closer and inhaling the scent of tangerines that surrounded her.
“Hi…umm…I’m sorry to stop by without a…um…appointment, but I needed my oil changed, if possible.”
“Of course. I’ll do it for you right now.”
Her gaze flew up to meet his and he sent her what he hoped was a disarming smile. His cock stirred when her tongue sneaked out and wet her lips.
“If you’re sure. I don’t want to make anyone stay late.”
He held her stare. “It’s fine. Keys in the ignition?”
“Go on in to the waiting room and have a seat. I’ll be done in no time.”
Reaching out, he turned her and gave her a gentle nudge towards the main door. The urge to draw her closer and kiss her swarmed him. He clenched his hands into fists and repressed the desire. Instead he just watched her walk towards the door and with one look back at him, she slipped inside.
Archer walked to her Jeep and paused right before getting behind the wheel. A throat clearing behind him pulled his attention from the vehicle. He turned to find Mark there.
“Want me to get this one, Risk?”
“No, it’s okay, Mark. I got it.”
A knowing smile curved up Mark’s lips and he narrowed his gaze in response. “Sure thing, boss. I’ll go clear a bay for you.” Hand outstretched, he offered the plastic seat cover then walked off.
“Do that,” he muttered, protecting the seat then getting behind the wheel.
Delicia had a six-speed Wrangler and he could tell she did a lot of outdoors stuff—her vehicle was decked out for it. There was nothing girly about this Jeep. And he liked it. Before long, he was draining the oil and checking air pressure on her tyres. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see his employees watching him closely.
“What?” he asked Mark who continued to hover around.
With a grunt, Archer looked at Mark. A seventeen year old boy who had been working here since he was fourteen. The kid was a whiz with cars and loved nothing more than working on them, despite only having been actually working on cars for a year—before that he’d cleaned up around the shop.
“You sure seem to be interested in what I’m doing for a man who’s claiming nothing. You got nothing else to do?”
“Well, it’s just that…how well do you know Lis?”
Biting back his growl at the familiar way Mark spoke about Delicia, he swallowed. “What are you looking to know?”
“I…I…” A flush moved up the boy’s dark cheeks and he figured it out.
“She’s older than you, you know.” Archer poured in the oil.
“I know, but…”
“She’s got a man, too, Mark. I’m sorry.” He capped it and wiped his hands off on a rag from his pocket.
“She does?” He sighed. “Who?”
Waiting until the young man looked at him, Archer then said,
He stepped from the hood and slammed it shut. Going to the driver’s side, he got in and drove through and around to the front. Once in the waiting room, he walked up to where Delicia sat thumbing through a magazine and said, “You’re all set.”
Delicia looked up at the sound of Archer’s deep timbre. The moisture in her mouth vanished as she stared at him. This man is just too damn fine. With what she hoped was a normal smile, she pushed to her feet and stood before him.
“Wow. That was fast. Thank you. For taking me.” Okay, that was not supposed to be said. She squeezed her eyes shut and wished she were anywhere but where she was. “I mean, for taking care of my car.”
His gaze burnt hot when she met it again and there was this hint of knowing within the depths of his eyes. “No problem. Anytime, Delicia.”
Copyright © McKenna Jeffries and Aliyah Burke, 2013.
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