Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
Celeste
Um, who the hell is that Greek God of a man?
I walked over to his truck, the feeling of his eyes on me sending shivers down my spine. It was as if I walked on clouds, my feet light, a spring in my step there that never was before, and a fiery desire coursed through my bones and filled my head with dirty fantasies.
Opening his truck door, my hand shook on the door handle, imaging his same large ones wrapped around it.
The air from inside assaulted my senses, my nose enjoying most of the pleasure of his woodsy, spicy, manly scent, a hint of cinnamon mixed in.
As soon as I slid behind the wheel, the scents wrapped themselves around me like a warm hug, and I closed my eyes for a moment as I leaned against the seat.
The world around me paused for a moment as a safe comfort settled deep in my bones, this scent now etched in my brain.
Focus, Cece. In a second, he’s going to storm over here and ask what the hell I’m doing. I wouldn’t blame him if he does.
With a deep breath, I forced my eyes open, put one hand on the wheel, and another on the shift.
Navigating into the stall, I parked the truck onto the lift, killed the engine and got out, shoving the keys in my pocket.
It was a bad habit I developed after first starting here, even though we had a designated area for customer keys.
It was just easier this way, and it kept me organized, knowing which car I was focusing on.
Lifting the truck up high enough to stand beneath it, I got to work grabbing supplies and beginning the oil change. I had perfected my method over the past few years and followed the same steps in my head each time.
Usually, I completed oil changes in a snap, but not this time.
Whether it was his eyes on me or plain bad luck, but every misstep that could happen happened.
One bolt was stripped, and I needed extra pliers and lots of muscle to work it off without it breaking off.
I dropped the oil pan and spilled some oil and also walked right into a tire while fetching the oil filter.
He must’ve thought I was the biggest klutz in town.
But it was him. Him who flipped around my insides and caused my brain to short circuit like water spilled on a computer.
How? I barely know the guy.
Yet the feels were still there all the same.
As I finished, I finally allowed myself to look over and steal a glance at him, only to find his eyes set firmly on me. He sat in one of the waiting room chairs and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs, his look hot and intense.
Like he wanted to eat me for his next meal. An animal studying its prey, a mountain man with only one thing on his mind.
My panties flooded with heat at the thought of his big hands on my skin.
Most guys around here did nothing for me, some like a brother, and some like a good friend. I never found myself attracted to any of them and it wasn’t like I prevented it, though I would never go after it. Work and personal life didn’t mix well. Ever.
But him…I didn’t even know his name, and I wanted to learn everything about him.
Who is he?
And why does he make me feel this way?
My life didn’t exactly have room for dating.
I worked, crashed on my sister’s couch while trying to save up enough money for my own place, and helped my sister around her house and with her kids in exchange for rent.
After needing to leave my last place because of the skyrocketing rent and my sister’s husband walking out on her, it worked out for each of us.
But suddenly, the hot mountain man wanted me to throw it all out the window.
I tried to finish quickly, but his stare wreaked havoc through me and around me. I stumbled over my feet and dropped my wrench, nearly missing a toe. Again, I walked into a tire like a dumbass, something I’d never done before in my entire career of working on cars.
Damn him. He turns me into a bumbling fool, and I don’t even know his name.
Finally, I finished and lowered his truck, before climbing back inside to back it out. The same feelings came over me once again, but I ignored this time. Annoyance flooded through me. I wasn’t the type to let guys have such an effect on me, and I wasn’t about to start.
Pulling into a parking spot, I parked the truck, shut the engine off, and grabbed the keys.
Back inside, I offered him a smile as I darted behind the desk.
“All set. Let me get you rung out.” I slid the keys across the desk and watched as he stood up slowly, his height impressive, his head nearly grazing the ceiling.
I drank him in slowly, inch by handsome inch, sipping on him like he was a fine wine, and when he reached the other side of the desk, he smirked, one hand rubbing at the dark stubble on his chin.
“Thanks. Any trouble?” He asked again and chuckled, a small grumble sound emerging from his throat.
The sound went straight to between my legs. “No. Just the routine oil change. It’ll be forty dollars.”
He reached into his back pocket, and I couldn’t help but notice his strong forearms, muscular and inked. He handed me a credit card, and I looked for his name. Percy Watkins.
After swiping his card and getting a signature, he took his keys and smiled.
“Thanks again. Have a good night.” He tipped his head towards me once more before leaving the shop and walking to his truck.
My eyes locked onto his backside, his tight dark jeans hugging his ass.
I wanted to squeeze his cheeks beneath my fingers and feel the tight, firm muscles.
More like grip them with my ankles as he drives his dick deep inside.
Percy stopped and turned, his eyes meeting mine in a heated stare.
Shit. He caught me looking.
He laughed and shook his head before changing direction and walking towards me.
My heart pumped harder and my breath caught in my throat.
A few more steps and he’d be in front of me again, so close I could smell his intoxicating scent.
I gripped the counter, anticipation rolling through me like a tornado on speed.
Why was he coming back? Did he need to tell me something?
My heart pounded so loud, I thought it would crack open my chest and splatter on the desk in front of me.
“Celeste, is it?” His deep voice rumbled over me.
“Yes?” I squeaked.
“I’m thinking I might need a new set of tires before the winter comes.”
Inside, I jumped up and down like a kid on Christmas morning.
He needs more work done. Yes.