<div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS3kZvvKasWLbaz7vR3dHwywACSmhM1ebAHKyxDs-Osu3MhWFk0)</div>Your hand slid around my waist, making me straighten and press my weight onto the heels of my hands that were propped on the Boss’ hood edge. Your words made me grin, even if the smile-beam was directed at the engine and not to the world in general. Because the secret touches were something we’d perfected over the past few months. Things no one else would notice except each other, and each one geared towards heightening the sexual tension with the other.<br/><br/>Because we’d found that when everything spilled over, that plane of ecstasy was unmatched.<br/><br/>While the blonde mechanic – Lizzy – thought the proposal over, I shifted in place and pulled up my purse. I never left his grip, but I did move within it. As if I was used to working within those confines on even the most menial of tasks. From the depths of that bag I produced three things. My cell phone, a company business card, and a pen. Clearly, I was ever prepared for whatever predicament he decided to get us in when we were together.<br/><br/>Clicking the black inked pen open I quickly jotted down the address to his home on the back of the card, along with my cell phone number. Rather than reach across the monstrosity of the engine, I took the time to squeeze between him and the car – dragging my ass across his groin in the process – and maneuver around the front of the car to hand her the card that had our production company business information on it.<br/><br/>Grinning to the blonde, I set the card down right next to her on the edge of the Boss’ hood. “That’s the address, and that’s my number, just in case you have any issues, or need anything else,” I said with a friendly wink. “Feel free to call anytime-“ Before I could finish the end of my sentence, my eyes caught the photos that were posted across the back of one wall on the shop. The one that had a door that clearly led into a different part of the building. “What are….”<br/><br/>Holding my phone close to my chest, I wandered in that direction. “I can call us an Uber but… look at these!! Babe, come here and look at this armour.” I was pointing at the photos now. Larger ones, professionally shot, some more candid, all framed. “These designs. Oh, this elf one…” My voice grew more excited the closer I got, the more details in the pieces that I saw in the photos. I swung my gaze back to her and then him, dark tresses shifting over my shoulder. “This is you, isn’t it, Lizzy?? Oh, these are fantastic!”<br/><br/>