The powder blue VW Beetle perched on the side of the road has me turning my head as memories wash over me. But it’s the woman in front of it, that has me stopping my big ass truck. She’s bent over the hood, her round ass forcing me to pull over. As I get out of my truck, she’s turned to face me, wrench in hand as if she has a goddamn clue how to use it.

Smoke billows around the sorry excuse for a car and it makes the situation appear more dire than it probably is. Truth be told, this is no life or death situation. I know that because I’m a mechanic and right now there is no fire to put out. In fact, the only thing I wanna do is scoop this little piece of candy up in my arms and take a bite. I’m guessing she has a soft center, with those generous curves and pouty mouth, and I sure as hell intend on finding out.

“How can I help you, little Miss Thing?” I ask, crossing my arms, knowing I look a little worse for wear. I just got off work and considering that I spent my day under a car, changing oil, I know I’m not the clean-cut knight in shining armor she may be thinking she needs.

“The name’s Millie. Not little. Not miss. And certainly not thing.”

I give her a low whistle with a grin on my face.

“Why are you smiling?” she asks, arms crossed, brows furrowed.

She’d look like a wolf on the prowl, ready to bite, if she weren’t wearing such a cute ass dress and sexy black heels. Not to mention the sheer black stockings. They have me close to a hard-on just thinking about the garter belt holding them up.

“I’m smiling because I’m looking at you, doll.”

“Not doll, either. Millie, remember?”

I saunter up to her, taking my goddamn time. The truth is, I’m in no hurry. I’m already where I want to be.

“Millie short for something?”

“Camilla. Why?”

I shrug, reaching for her wrench. “Just curious about what I’m allowed to call you now that all those other names are off the table.”

She frowns. “Are you always this cocky?”

I pull back; giving her a smile that I know will get her all hot and bothered. I have dimples, two of them, and I know they will help smooth her rough edges. “Cocky? Me? Baby, this ain’t cocky. This is confidence.”

“Not baby either. Millie.”

My phone rings and I look at the number. Jenna. We went out last night and it was fun, but so are all one-night stands. Quick and dirty, and then I move on to the next. I don’t answer.

Looking back at the woman in front of me, I smile. “Right, Camilla. So, I have a question for you, what were you planning on doing with this?” I hold up the wrench.

“My dad’s the only one who calls me Camilla. And I was planning on... oh, I don’t know. My phone has no reception and I’m just trying to get to FedEx before it closes.”.

“Well, it’s a signal to mechanics everywhere that you’re desperate.”

Her eyes brighten. “You’re a mechanic?”

“My shirt didn’t give it away?”

“Well, you’re the answer to my prayers.” She steps closer, pointing to the name on my work shirt. “Mr. Moxon, I can tell by all the grease you must have been working hard all day. Thank you for stopping to help.”

“Would you like to help wash it off?”

She barks out a laugh. “Just how full of shit are you?”

“Guess you’ll have to grease my monkey to find out.” My voice is playful and it’s obvious I’m nothing but a flirt. This woman, though, isn’t like other women. She stirs something inside me, something powerful. I want her in a way I have never wanted anyone.

“So, your phone work out here?” she asks. “I just switched providers and apparently I chose one that’s crap.”

I pull out my phone to call the shop, noticing that a few other women have left texts during the roadside conversation. I ignore them, knowing none of those women hold a candle to the one in front of me.

“The engine got wonky and now I’m going to be late,” she continues.

“I can take you,” I tell her, already knowing there’s no way in hell I’m leaving without her.

She twists her lips. “Take me where?”

“Where do you think?”

She doesn’t answer, and I run a hand over my jaw, looking her over once more. Damn, I like what I see. Curly black hair, tits that are full -- just the way I like them. Curves and a nice, round ass under that dress of hers. An ass that I could hold onto while she rides me. I can tell she’s taking her time looking me over as well. And when she licks her lips, I know she is imagining things.

Filthy things.

I force myself to focus and call the shop. I explain the situation to my brother Mike. “Yeah, it’s a powder blue Beetle. Vintage. I know, right? Anyways, looks like the timing belt blew. Yeah, saw her out here on Route 44. The Shell station’s a good ten miles away. Nah, it’s no problem, I’ll drive her home. See ya tomorrow, Mike.” I drop the phone in my pocket, rubbing my hands together, dreaming about rubbing them over her bare skin. “Let’s close this hood. The tow truck won’t get here for forty minutes and you’re in a hurry, right?”

“You’ll drive me, you’re sure?”

“I’m sure, darling.”

She narrows her eyes, pressing a finger to my chest, wanting me to know whose boss. “Millie. Remember?”

I smile, unable to take this pretty thing too seriously. “Whatever you say, sweetheart.”