Sidney, if you're even close to insinuating that you'd sleep with me in exchange for fixing your car, you're seriously going to piss me off."Wait, what? She blinked at him in confusion, not understanding where the hell he'd gotten that cockamamie idea from. "Oh dear Lord, of course not. That's not at all what I was getting at." But she couldn't help giggling. If he thought having sex with him would be doing HIM a favor, he was seriously underestimating his skills in the bedroom.

When he finally asked her out, she just smiled and said, "About damn time." And then another strange thing happened. Her car suddenly didn't have any more issues.Guess mechanics and pool hustlers aren't the only ones who run cons.

He turned and walked away. He didn't want her to pay him for his help, damn it. He hadn't done any of it for the money. Didn't she get that? He had done it because he loved her with every fiber of his being.And that wasn't something you could put a price on.

Her breath caught in her throat. Brett leaned against the doorjamb with both hands, wearing a pair of distressed jeans, a fitted black Henley, and a pair of steel-toed work boots. Even the wicked smile he wore screamed of a bad boy who was about to deflower a virgin... which only made her wish she was still a virgin.