Chapter 12
FRANKIE
I spent all day making sure I did the best job ever. Oil changes, no big deal. Loose timing belt? Quick fix. Shep had gone out on a tow and I’d been proactive in starting on the snow tires.
I also spent all day thinking about Shep.
Was it another bit of bad luck that my new boss was the guy from Saturday night?
He hadn’t been a jerk to me then, and hadn’t been today.
Still though, he could change his mind about me working for him at any time.
He could also change his mind about wanting sex.
While I’d seen him watching me and I definitely had given him a bunch of secretive looks of my own, it had been completely tame.
I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.
My conclusion was that there was something wrong with me. Had he not enjoyed himself Saturday night? Was that all it was, a fun Saturday night? Was he a hit-it-and-quit-it kind of guy and figured he was in the clear?
He was seeing the real me. No hairspray. No mascara. No body spray.
I doubted his dick got hard for a simple braid or a girl in grease covered, shapeless coveralls. I smelled like motor oil and orange degreaser soap. I wasn’t Francesca. I was Frankie.
One of the guys.
I knew better than anyone that guys left. Dad did and left us high and dry when I was a kid. Marcus must’ve learned from him because he bailed on me, too. Stole my hard earned money and left me in the lurch. Left me homeless.
Now I had a guy I was going to depend on for money, an actual salary, and he could take it all away from me, too.
What made it worse was that I was willing to risk it all for another kiss. For his head once again between my thighs. For him to fuck me with that huge dick, because I had a feeling he’d ruined me for all other guys my very first time.