try to fix whatever the problem was. Maybe it was something easy like something coming unplugged.
I climbed out of the car, popping the hood and staring down at the filthy, greasy engine. Ew . It was so dark that I could see practically nothing. What I could see didn’t appear to be broken.
I laughed a little at my incompetence and let the hood fall back into place.
It was dark out here.
The parking lot was almost empty.
It was after two a.m.
I could call a cab. But that would eat into the money I needed to pay bills.
With a sigh, I trekked back to the door. Ty raised an eyebrow when he saw me again but opened the door for me. I looked around for Roxie, thinking maybe she could give me a ride home. But she wasn’t on the floor. I glanced at Adam’s office and the door was shut. If she was in there, I really didn’t want to bother her. That seemed like some sort of violation of girl code.
“I thought you left?” Cam said, coming around the bar.
His black dress pants hung dangerously low on his hips, but were belted into place. Peeking just a little above his waistband was the thick band of his grey boxers. The lighter color drew my eye like a thief to an open bank vault.
“Is Roxie around?” I asked, forcing myself to look anywhere but at his narrow hips.
He shrugged. “Something wrong?”
“My car won’t start.”
“I’ll look at it.”
“I already did. It’s too dark to see anything.”
“You know about cars?” he said, his brows rising halfway up his forehead.
“Well, no.”
He laughed, grabbed a black leather jacket, and went toward the door of the bar. “Come on.”
I followed him out into the darkness and directed him to my traitor of a car. He popped the hood and bent over the engine. It was really hard not to notice how firm his butt looked in those pants.
“Turn the key, will ya?” he said, his head still out of sight.
I went and did what he asked, and the engine did nothing again.
“Battery’s dead,” he announced, slamming the hood.
I uttered a curse word.
“I’d give you a jump, but I brought my bike to work tonight.”
“How did the battery die?”
“You leave your lights on or something?”
I glanced down. My lights were in the on position. “How did that happen?” I muttered. “Wasn’t even dark when I came to work.”
“I’ll give you a ride.”
I probably bumped it while I was sitting in here bouncing with nerves before my shift earlier. Geesh, today was not my day.
But then his words broke through the beating I was giving myself. “What did you say?”
“I’ll give you a ride.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”
“Maybe I want to.”
“Says the ladies’ man,” I quipped. It was more of a reminder to myself to not be taken in by that blond hair and dark stare.
“Say’s the boss who’s been married four times.”
“Touché.”
“It’s right over there.” He gestured to a black and silver crotch rocket against the building.
“I don’t know,” I murmured, climbing out of my car and chewing on my bottom lip.
“You ever been on a bike before?” Cam asked, slipping the leather jacket over his bare chest. Even still, I could see parts of his abs and the top of his boxers in the center where his jacket hung open.
I shook my head.
“This night is full of firsts for you, then, isn’t it?”
I felt my cheeks heat a little at the undertones of his words. I won’t lie; something warm began to swirl around inside me. “I can’t believe he hired me,” I mused.
“I knew he would. You’ve got this sweetness about you that no one else in that place has.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good thing.”
“It’s a good thing. Trust me.”
Trust him. I didn’t even know him. But I wanted to. I was tempted. Boy, was I ever tempted.
He pulled