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thing stopped. I popped the lid to see if there was anything wrong, not that I would know what I'm looking for, but I don’t know why it quit."
    Charlene bent over the hood and Hans, now standing beside her, got an eyeful of her ample cleavage peeking out from her blouse as she had left her faux fur coat unbuttoned.  He turned his head slightly, not wanting to be caught staring.
    Too late! Randy captured it all in a close up. From the angle of the shot, it was obvious Hans was ogling her.
    “Good start,” Randy texted Charlene. “Keep working him.”
    She read the text and put her cellphone in her purse.
    “Let me take a look,” Hans said.  He examined the battery cables first to see if they were loose, then moved to the throttle body to see if it was still connected. It was. He felt the top of the radiator. It was hot indicating the car was operating only moments earlier. Then he saw it.
    “Miss, I’m afraid you’re stuck. You have a missing coil wire.”
    Charlene was puzzled. “What's a coil wire?”
    “It’s what makes the spark that runs the engine. You’re not going anywhere without it.”
    “Hmm, I didn't know that. Can’t we buy one?”
    “Perhaps, I could give you a ride to a parts store, or you could use your AAA card and the driver might bring you one. They’re relatively common and not that expensive.” Hans said staring at her breasts, not caring if he was caught this time.
    She was so hot.
    “On the other hand, triple-A might charge you a lot to install it. They have to make their money some way.”
    Charlene caught him staring. He wasn't making any moves on her yet, but he was interested.
    “I don’t have a triple-A card.”
    Hans mind was racing. She was a catch. He was mildly interested, but he was smart enough to play it cool. He was the master of his emotions and knew
    how to manipulate this situation to get what he wanted. He had played this game so many times before.
    Act disinterested.
    Act aloof.
    It always worked on the ones who had such low self-esteem they needed the attention.
    He knew it.
    It was like floating a half-dead cricket on the top of the water and letting it wiggle just enough to make the bass bite. It always worked and it was working now.
    Charlene moved closer to him and, even though, he didn't really need the sex, it was still fun playing the game. He had had such a bad day yesterday with the interview and his home life, if that’s what you call it, was a wreck. He’d been married for twenty years, and, although the first five or six were great, the last fourteen were a sham. Perhaps the distraction of an affair was all he needed.
    Sarah Tidwell had gotten to him yesterday. He wanted to do the right thing with her and come clean, which is why he granted her another shot at talking to him. It was the professional thing to do and it couldn’t hurt his cause.
    At that moment, Charlene gave him a quick hug and he felt her touch his arm and smelled her perfume (a mixture of sandalwood and plumeria). His altruism vanished like rain on the hot pavement after a summer storm.
    She sensed his interest, set the hook and reeled him in.
    Hans responded.
    “Look, your car isn’t going to run, so I can call you a tow truck or take you to get the part. Your call.”
    Charlene didn’t say a word; she simply got into the passenger side of the Jaguar.
    “Let’s go get the part.”
    Hans was amazingly handsome. She could tell he was also wealthy, not only by the car, but also by the crispness of his starched white shirt and 2 karat diamond stickpin centered in his red and white-striped 100% silk tie. He was the type of person that she ultimately wanted. But right now, her job was to get what she could from him. This was Randy’s and her last deal, and, from the looks of it, it could prove to be quite lucrative.
    When Hans got behind the wheel, she reached over and pulled him close. “Thank you so much,” she said as she grabbed him by the neck and pulled him forward giving