My Crazy Obsession

ht. He lets out a low whistle while staring out one of the garage doors. Irritation and jealousy shoot through my body, and I hav

res I’ve seen in magazines of models, her curves are better. Her platinum-blonde hair hangs all the way to her waist where the ends start to curl. It mak

tall heels she’s wearing. I have no idea how she’s even walking in them on the uneven concrete that covers the front of my shop. The w

like a sucker punch to my system. All the air leaves my lungs, and all my blood rushes t

o simple. Too old to be having dirty thoughts about a random chick, something I haven’t done since I was a randy teenager. I don’t go dipping my

from mine, I feel an unexplainab

all too well, and I can see he’s making like he’s going to go greet the blonde piece of as

is more like it. He’s got women falling at his feet whenever we go out, and it’s probably because he’s always runnin

of us have a chance with a woman like that. Who knows what she’s doing in a small-ass town like this. Probably passing through and something went wr

clear as I order him back to work. I want to be the first to talk to her

lling a pen from her dark black ponytail. When her hair

e joined them in the office. A slight blush hits her cheeks, and it makes m

ounter, and I look over to see her rolling h

m sure she did think it would be Butch. Because chasing ass isn’t some

sh the job on his own, but I don’t need Joey in here giving me

door I just entered and leaves

ight there. She’d be so dirty when I was done with her. The grease on my hands would smudge all over her clothes, her hair would be wild after I drove in and out of her, and her make-up would be smear

ze that I’m staring at her like a love-struck puppy. I clear my throat and get to th

as I make my way around the counter. I need to get a little sp

but I just brace my arms on the counter, waiting for her to continue.