My Crazy Obsession

guessing the men she's been with were smooth and soft with her, something I'm not sure I could be, but hell, if she asked I would sure as hell try just to have her beneath me for a few min

s a red haze hitting my eyes. They wouldn't know what to do with her. I may not even know what to do with

" I finally say, trying to pull my

I have a ton of stuf

ks down at my hands, and I realize they aren't the prettiest. They're still smeared with grease from the last car I had my hands inside of. They show signs of manual labor, something she's probably never done before. I bet her skin is soft

n't help the tone of my voice. I look up, and I can see the pulse in her neck start to p

own, duchess. G

me on. I'm starting to think there isn't anything she could do to turn me off. How can someo

catch them in the air, wishing she would have just handed them to me.

the clipboard on the counter. "Fill out your name and n

my phone and look down to see her number and name and laugh when I see she identified herself as 'Duchess.' I program it into my phone b

trying to get shit done, but I'd be lying to myself. I just want her back in here. The whole time I'm working on her car,

dy standing in the front office again. This time I see her laughing at

eyes always seem to pull the women in. He cleans up nicer than I seem to be able to. I look over to

when you're done," I snap at her, only making her laugh more. Aft

I'm shocked the glass window in the door doesn't shatter when the door hits the

and irritation boils inside me. I look over at him and put an end to the conv

y mind says. Girls like her who ooze class won't give me the time of day. No matter how hard I work, or what I have in my bank, they just think they're better than me. Types like her

s eyes, he wouldn't be able to wink again for a while, I think to myself. Once he's through the door, I reach over and slam