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Maddox
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I WAS ON my knees, and in the middle of pin-striping a GTO when I heard the sound of heels moving toward me. Knowing who it had to be, I groaned inwardly and turned my head and got a close view of her legs. The last time I’d been that close to her thighs, they’d been around my waist.
“What?” I asked sharply, looking up at her.
Chuck handed me an envelope. “You want to get paid, don’t you?”
“Can you put it over on the shelf?” I nodded to my work station. “My hands are a little busy right now.”
“Okay.”
I watched her walk away and scowled. She’d been driving me wild all f*****g week. Especially last night, when she’d bent over and I saw her thong riding up her a*s. It took everything I had to walk by without sliding my hand down her shorts. It was all I co
