<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ZkxO5BX.jpg)</div>I was typing out a text on my phone when I heard that unmistakeable slap of male hand to plush flesh.<br/><br/>It brought my blue eyes up from the screen and immediately centered them on Marlon. The tall, dark, and handsome-as-sin man was standing next to the blonde woman who had been wrenching on an engine the moment before.<br/><br/>Her gorgeous features now made it obvious that she was extremely tempted to put those tools to other uses as she spoke to him.<br/><br/>This wasn’t the first time I’d thought he was going to get slapped – or worse – because of something he’d spontaneously done. Hell, our fights (and fucks) over the last five months had been epic enough that I knew the phenomenal level of emotion he had the power to raise in a person. With that cocksure grin, careless attitude, and pockets deep enough to rival royalty, it was a combustible formula that generated a heat few could withstand or control for too long.<br/><br/>Working in the adult entertainment industry, however, having a business background, and giving no fucks at all about his money, gave me a few advantages to navigating a relationship with a notorious playboy. According to the associates of his that I had met, I’d been an anomaly when I’d made it past the two-week mark. He’d given me a thousand reasons to leave, but over twice that to stick around and see where this particular journey was going to take me.<br/><br/>Like just this morning, it had taken me to the hood of this mustang before we’d gone out on our errands and meetings. He’d propped me up there, pinning me from behind against the front fender and whispering deliciously naughty things in my ear til I’d lifted the hem of my sundress for him. I wondered if she was going to be able to see our twin handprints in the wax job.<br/><br/>Unbuckling the lap belt, I tucked my phone into my purse, snatched the key from the ignition, and swung open the midnight-black Mustang’s door to step out and join in the fray.<br/><br/>“Don’t let him or this girl’s engine sound fool you. We’ve been to four other garages trying to get her fixed.” I walked slowly, and my gaze took in the workshop as I closed in the distance between myself and the pair standing at the Camaro. The place was clearly a home as much as it was a work station. The pipes and fittings, valves and copper were gleaming in the California day sun. It smelled of that distinct tangy oil-and-gas mixture that all garages who had been around for decent amount of time did.<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1019/4597/products/boss_429_teardrop_large.jpg?v=1447876670)</div><br/>“None of them were good enough for him to leave one of his toys with,” I said, still addressing the blonde, but reaching out to take his hand. I turned it palm up and dropped the key with the customized keychain into it. My smile turned to her then. “So if you’ll take the job of getting the Boss running smoothly again, charge him double.”<br/><br/>Patting his arm, I stepped back again, looking down and around, clearly admiring the woodwork and effort put into the shop. “Offer her triple as an apology for your lack of restraint and judgement when seeing a woman’s ass, baby….” I said, trailing off before the rest was finished, running my fingers over a gleaming silver socket wrench that sat on the workbench before turning back and throwing in a playful wink. “It’s the gentlemanly thing to do."<br/>