“Thanks.” His sweet smile made me think of things a hardened cynic should never contemplate, like how soft his lips would feel on my skin. Would he scream if I f****d him against a wall? s**t!
It took me a little longer than sixty minutes to finish because I was distracted by thoughts of Wayne beneath me. Or above. Any position, really. I gave Tricia the bill at the front desk—minus the time I’d dithered like an i***t—so she could do the invoice.
I cleaned up as best I could and tried not to overthink why I was doing it. When I drove the car back outside, I saw Wayne propped up against the lone light post on the lot. Guess he paid already. I put the car in park and hopped out, leaving the door open.
“All done?” he asked, and I nodded.
He settled in the driver’s seat and closed the door
