Sheridan carefully backed her car out of the parking space at the grocery store, when a car cam hurtling around the corner at breakneck speed.
The crash of metal made Sheridan's skin crawl. She opened the door and shakily climbed out. She wasn't hurt, just startled.
A man was climbing out of the Mustang that had just crushed the back end of her car.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, bitch?" he ranted at her. "Don't you know how to look before you back out of a parking space?"
"I was looking," Sheridan retorted. "You have wrecked my car! How am I supposed to get home? Furthermore, you could have seriously injured me."
The man suddenly noticed that she was a beauty, with a short cap of blond corkscrew curls and huge blue eyes. She was slender, with a full set of tits shown to advantage by her body-hugging dress.
He assumed a contrite look. "Hey, I'm sorry, I really am. Come sit in my car and I'll give you the number to my insurance company. I'm Drake, by the way."
Sheridan smiled. "Sheridan." She followed Drake to his car and sat there while he wrote out the number, his policy number, and his name and number.
"I'd really like to make it up to you," Drake said, raking a hand through his thick dark hair. "I'm not usually so reckless."
"It's no problem," Sheridan replied. "I'll just call a taxi."
"Let me take you home."
"It's not necessary," Sheridan replied, and she felt guilty when she noticed the crushed look on his face. She laid her hand on top of his.
"I have your number. Maybe some other time."
