want as long as you don’t touch,” he charmingly replied. Even though Murphy was rejecting Charlie’s advances Charlie still blushed like a school girl. I stuck my tongue out playfully at Charlie when he turned to kiss my cheeks.
“Lady, I must go. Thanks for taking the time to fix that hunk of junk. I look forward to the finished product. Don’t forget, red,” I nodded and hugged him goodbye. He turned on heel to face Murphy who had joined us on the porch and smiled as he pointed a black painted nail into Murphy’s chest and licked his lips…implying that he could touch all he wanted. I hid away my grin and turned my face away from them. When I turned back Murphy was watching Charlie saunter away with one brow arched shaking his head. I couldn’t fight back the laughter and walked inside covering my mouth.
“I’m glad this amuses you, D,” I heard Murphy growl as he stepped inside behind me and followed me into the kitchen. I paid his comment no attention and grabbed the shop keys off the wall and exited the house through the back door knowing he would follow. With my back to him, I cut across the yard smiling and listening to him curse under his breath.
I opened up the shop while Murphy took a look at the 1952 Bel Air parked in the driveway. I tried to keep myself from staring at him as he examined the old car. Stepping into the office, I unbuttoned my jeans and slid out of them and grabbed a pair of red coveralls off the wall. With my black boy shorts and black tank top on, I started to climb into the red uniform and almost fell when a tap at the office door window startled me. I glanced up as I collected myself and finished pulling them on. Murphy let himself in as I stood to zip myself up and held his hand out. I reached into the pocket of my folded jeans on the desk and handed him the keys to the Bel Air. Without acknowledging the fact that he had just seen me in my skivvies he left the office and began working on the old car. I was honestly disappointed that he didn’t make a comment or even look me over with violating eyes.
Before I could leave the office the phone began to ring and appointments were being made. Business was shockingly good for a Monday. The day flashed by in a hurry and before I knew it I was ringing up the last customer of the day and shoving Murphy’s cut into a white envelope. He had worked on the restoration project most of the day but found time to stop and help me with a few things here and there. The day didn’t go by fast enough to let me miss the fact that Murphy was all business and no play today. He was a hard worker and I found that I appreciated this about him more than anything else but something still bothered me.
The office door closed loudly behind me as I stepped into the garage and made my way to the third stall where the rust bucket was lifted without its tires. We would need to order some whitewalls; I made a mental note. Murphy was working on the exhaust and I ducked beneath the car to join him. He gave me a casual smile and continued to work. I suddenly felt like something was wrong or missing. There was no heat between us. He wasn’t toying with me today. Since he arrived he had given Charlie more attention than he had given me. For the second time today, I was disappointed.
“Anything else coming in today,” he asked and offered me a quick glance. I only shook my head and laced my arms over my chest and looked up at the car. “I’m going to need some serious parts, D,” he said as he glanced over the undercarriage with a worried look. I nodded and left him under the car alone. Heading toward the office, I heard him clear his throat and follow me. I grabbed a thick catalogue off a shelf and turned, tossing it to him.
“The name is, Dakota,” I snapped. “Make a list. I’ll call it in tomorrow,” I said hastily and turned my back to him again. I found myself being a little elementary over him not paying me much
“Lady, I must go. Thanks for taking the time to fix that hunk of junk. I look forward to the finished product. Don’t forget, red,” I nodded and hugged him goodbye. He turned on heel to face Murphy who had joined us on the porch and smiled as he pointed a black painted nail into Murphy’s chest and licked his lips…implying that he could touch all he wanted. I hid away my grin and turned my face away from them. When I turned back Murphy was watching Charlie saunter away with one brow arched shaking his head. I couldn’t fight back the laughter and walked inside covering my mouth.
“I’m glad this amuses you, D,” I heard Murphy growl as he stepped inside behind me and followed me into the kitchen. I paid his comment no attention and grabbed the shop keys off the wall and exited the house through the back door knowing he would follow. With my back to him, I cut across the yard smiling and listening to him curse under his breath.
I opened up the shop while Murphy took a look at the 1952 Bel Air parked in the driveway. I tried to keep myself from staring at him as he examined the old car. Stepping into the office, I unbuttoned my jeans and slid out of them and grabbed a pair of red coveralls off the wall. With my black boy shorts and black tank top on, I started to climb into the red uniform and almost fell when a tap at the office door window startled me. I glanced up as I collected myself and finished pulling them on. Murphy let himself in as I stood to zip myself up and held his hand out. I reached into the pocket of my folded jeans on the desk and handed him the keys to the Bel Air. Without acknowledging the fact that he had just seen me in my skivvies he left the office and began working on the old car. I was honestly disappointed that he didn’t make a comment or even look me over with violating eyes.
Before I could leave the office the phone began to ring and appointments were being made. Business was shockingly good for a Monday. The day flashed by in a hurry and before I knew it I was ringing up the last customer of the day and shoving Murphy’s cut into a white envelope. He had worked on the restoration project most of the day but found time to stop and help me with a few things here and there. The day didn’t go by fast enough to let me miss the fact that Murphy was all business and no play today. He was a hard worker and I found that I appreciated this about him more than anything else but something still bothered me.
The office door closed loudly behind me as I stepped into the garage and made my way to the third stall where the rust bucket was lifted without its tires. We would need to order some whitewalls; I made a mental note. Murphy was working on the exhaust and I ducked beneath the car to join him. He gave me a casual smile and continued to work. I suddenly felt like something was wrong or missing. There was no heat between us. He wasn’t toying with me today. Since he arrived he had given Charlie more attention than he had given me. For the second time today, I was disappointed.
“Anything else coming in today,” he asked and offered me a quick glance. I only shook my head and laced my arms over my chest and looked up at the car. “I’m going to need some serious parts, D,” he said as he glanced over the undercarriage with a worried look. I nodded and left him under the car alone. Heading toward the office, I heard him clear his throat and follow me. I grabbed a thick catalogue off a shelf and turned, tossing it to him.
“The name is, Dakota,” I snapped. “Make a list. I’ll call it in tomorrow,” I said hastily and turned my back to him again. I found myself being a little elementary over him not paying me much
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