This really was a bad day, first her car, then Shanae now him. Him! The first few minutes after Jerome left she spent her time checking him out, as much as she could with him rolled under the car. There was something so hot and masculine about it; the way his pants sagged slightly showing a hint of the deep 'V' under his tight abs. His blue-gray mechanic shirt was open revealing a grimy white wife beater scrunching its way up his stomach, showing off the smooth taut skin. Her panties weighed down with cream when she spotted the coiled cobra tattoo just above that tight 'V' cut. Coiled and ready to strike her. His steady breathes making it undulate hypnotizing her with the smooth movements. Begging her, challenging her to come to it, to touch it, lick it, suck it or just lay back and let it strike. That was when she decided to tour the garage walking around idly, holding her hands firmly behind her back to keep from reaching out to him, or that taunting reptile etched into his flesh.
She couldn't keep her eyes from wondering back to him; not that she had much choice a bunch of weird alien tools or that gold cobra, or the steady rise and fall of his almost rippling abs. She felt herself tuning into his breath. Breathing in as he did, exhaling as he did. His grunting made him more animal than man, as he worked on the car above him.
And now she was face to face with him. His sapphire eyes burning into her, he didn't look too happy to see her either. He glared at her before rolling under the car again. Great how much better could this day get, maybe her apartment caught fire, what else could happen today? She sat on her heels for a few minutes after he rolled back under, trying to figure out how to get someone else anyone else to help her. Noting with exasperation that Connor and Shanae were Jerome's only two employees. She sure as hell wasn't about to let that trifling skank work on her car and this fool though he didn't like her; seemed the most neutral of the two. She sighed with resignation and stood taking another tour.
"You ready?"
How long had he been watching her?
"Um, yeah sure," she shrugged rolling her eyes and sighing again. That sigh was getting on his nerves;
she
was getting on his nerves. Just a big ball of attitude! What a fucking bitch!
"What's with the attitude?" Conner clasped his hands behind his head while still lying on the roller.
"What attitude?" she demanded hands on her hips she tapping her foot.
"The attitude you had the other day, and the attitude you have now," he stood placing his hand on his hips tapping his foot, "This!"
"Dude you so don't know anything," she laughed bitterly, "if you want attitude I can give you attitude," she pointed her finger in his face.
"Move that finger sweetheart or I'll bite it," he wished he hadn't said that, all sort of images came to mind, different places he wanted to bite,
like that drenched-No!
He was not going to let his mind go there; not with her. No telling where or who she's been with, today he thought bitterly.
"You're right that's rude try this finger instead!" she offered him her middle finger and flounced away. He knew it was childish, he knew it was wrong, he even knew that he wanted to piss her off, but he couldn't resist that childish urge. He also knew that his anger was disproportionate to her attitude. As she walked away he grabbed the fleshy peach of ass.
She turned back shaking with rage, an unholy anger making her ears burn bright red, making her nose flare.
He grabbed my ass! This fool motherfu-grabbed my ass!!
Her mind screamed. She caught sight of his greasy grimy hands, down to her dress; she started chasing her tail looking for the big black hand print.
My dress! My favorite dress
! She whirled around her hand ready to connect with any part of his body.
"Not so fast baby-girl," his voice low and perilous as he grabbed her wrist pulling her to him; twisting her arm behind her back.
The burn in her shoulder started to spread becoming a dull iciness and still he stretched her arm further behind making her back arch deeper into him. She held her breath so no sounds of discomfort could escape. Her vision blurred with pain and fear. The room swam as dark and light spots dance in front of her eyes. She didn't see the anger, or lust in his eyes daring her to scream or cry out. She couldn't even process the pain in her wrist. Her pulse searing her flesh with each beat. Her nose flared as a rash of color spread across her cheeks.
She couldn't tell if it was her whole body quivering or just her arm, she couldn't feel anymore. She was becoming numb and light. She was seeing the world in a strange dull Technicolor.
He knew how bad he was hurting her he could see it in her every struggling breath, or at least he thought he knew. His cobalt blue eyes burned into her. Yes fucking damnit he was hurting her! He was going to keep hurting her! She deserved it for hurting his sister; he knew he was being unreasonable, but dear god if he didn't hate her. Every thing she stood for, everything she was. His breath came in short animalistic huffs and snarls pulling her arm deeper behind her. Making her arch even more. He ignored the voice in his head telling him to stop, calling him the bully he was quickly becoming.
"Let me go," her voice shaky and raw, between clenched teeth. Her chest burned with the effort to control the tears flooding in her lungs, drowning her. She was weak she couldn't fight him. That thought scared her more than even he did. She was weak and vulnerable just like when she was little girl. She couldn't fight him, the sob climbed higher, she couldn't fight.
"Oh, no you're going to learn what happen to little girls with big attitudes."
His hand tightened on her as he bought her in closer, in deeper until heard a grinding pop and felt two marbles moving with his fingers on the inside of her wrist. Realization hit his cerulean eyes as he searched her face, her eyes round and tear filled, her face slowly drained of blood. All of it seemed to meet at her wrist, burning hot under his hand. Then as though her blood couldn't figure out what it should do her cocoa skin flamed in color.
Conner instantly let her go, an apology dying on his lips as he watched her try not to cry, realizing for the first time how panicked she had become. He couldn't suppress the admiration he felt just then. She didn't back down, no matter how much he hurt her she didn't back down.
She glared at him her breathing coming in short shallow breaths. Her mouth opened, he was sure to give him a traumatic tongue lashing but she didn't. She closed her mouth and turned away; walking shakily towards the tow truck her fist balled so tight he wondered if she was cutting into her skin with her finger tips.
She deserved that. He chanted to himself but guilt took over when he got in the truck., seeing Alexa's head leaning on the window, her full mouth pouting as she held back tears. She cradled her wrist until he hopped in; quickly moving her hands so they folded gently in her lap.
Conner forced his eyes away.
"Where's your car?" he asked glaring at the road ahead of them. He was going to ask again when she didn't respond.
He heard her take a few deep breaths before she answered, "410 and San Pedro in the north star mall parking lot." Her voice was a stifled mumble; he glanced at her again when he heard her sniffle. He wished he hadn't. One of the tears she held back so hard escaped; she roughly wiped it away staring out the window as he drove.
