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of his thoughts he started working.
    Time passed. He wasn’t known for
wearing watches and didn’t know how much time had passed when Darren whistled
at him.
    “Hey, boss. Tracy Hall is outside
waiting for you.” Darren knocked on the car gaining his attention. The garage
was sectioned off from the main reception. They had the shop closed off today,
and only on a few rare occasions did Paul open it up. He hated people watching
him from across the street. It drove him insane.
    “What?”
    “Tracy Hall is here to see you.
She’s dressed to impress and won’t leave until she sees you,” Darren said,
shrugging.
    “What does she want?” he asked,
feeling uneasy. He did not need Tracy at his door, not now. It had been a
couple of months since he’d last been with her. She was a woman who was easy to
get in the sack.
    Shit, he hated his old habits.
    “You fixed her car, and she’s
refusing to pay anyone but you. She’s got it bad, Boss. I’d be careful if I was
you. That girl has a mean streak.” Darren walked back to the car he was working
on.  
    Paul cursed. He’d forgotten about
Tracy. This was not what he needed today. “I’ll be right out.”
    Tracy had been badgering him for
months now. Up until now he’d been able to deflect her attentions. Wiping his greasy
hands on a cloth he made his way through to the main office. He didn’t want to
deal with Tracy, not after what Rachel told him the other night with regards to
her gossiping. Rachel knew he had a past. She would have to wait for him to
explain Tracy’s appearance. For the past few months Tracy had been hounding him
trying to get him to agree to a more permanent relationship. He refused. One,
because Tracy couldn’t keep her fucking legs shut. When he was with a woman,
exclusively, he didn’t cheat. Two, he never loved her, and three, she wasn’t the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Tracy would
never be that kind of woman.
    In that moment Paul wished he could
wipe out his past. Unfortunately for him, he did not possess a magic wand. If
he did there would be a whole lot of things he’d change.
    Mussing up his hair he made his way
to the main office where they dealt with the customers. There leaning on top of
his counter was Tracy Hall. She wore a mini skirt and tight tank top that left
nothing to the imagination. Her breasts were practically heaving out of the
top. Tracy clearly bought clothes a size too small. He’d never let Rachel out
looking like this. What shocked him the most was that before having Rachel like
he did last night, Tracy had been the woman who turned him on. At any other time he’d have pulled her through to his private office, where he
kept all the personal details, and have her spread across his desk fucking her
by now. Judging from the way her clothes fit, she seemed to be in pain, they
were that tight.
    “Hey, sugar.” She purred at him with
her full lips pouting. Keeping the counter between them, Paul stood with hands
on his hips waiting.
    “I’m busy, Tracy. Why couldn’t you
pay Darren?” he asked.
    “He and I don’t have a thing. Besides,
I can barely understand the man. Does he even talk English?” She gazed down at
her nails while insulting his staff. He would bet Rachel would have found
something to talk to Darren about.
    “You’re being a bitch.”
    “Well, that’s the way you like me,
baby. I can be a dirty bitch when needed.” She handed over her card. Paul took
her card, typed in the bill and waited for her to finish typing in her code and
whatnot. “You’re in a mood today. What’s the matter?”
    “Nothing. I’m busy.”
    I want you out of my life. I’m in love with my best friend’s little sister, and you could fuck that up for me.
    Paul didn’t say anything. He handed
her back the card. She tried to caress his finger-tips, but he pulled away. “What
do you want?” he asked when she made no move to leave. Paul could not stop his
annoyance, and he sounded abrupt.