First, thank you for the amazing response to my last couple of one shots. Including the collab with TheLostFoodie. I enjoyed writing them. I'm also undecided if I will add a chapter to "Power of Positive Thinking," for those who are asking.

Next, if you're not on twitter or a registered user on here, why? JK. You can reach me at somewhataddictedfanfic at yahoo dot com. This site doesn't let you put email or for the reviewer who tried to leave hers, here ya go. Thank you for all the great feedback on my updates. You guys are amazing!

As for this little story, I kept thinking of doing a fun little Doccubus car lot fic. If I continue it won't be very angsty and it probably wont be very long, but I hope its enjoyable. Bo and Lo are OOC.

Having worked in the business for a good number of years, it uses my experiences and some fun stories. I did not research dealers in Vegas or much of the high end brands, so if its inaccurate, I apologize in advance for being lazy.

Finally, none of this is meant to be offensive. It is a reflection of what I've witnessed first hand from the very kind, yet gruff men I have worked with and consider great friends. It's not much, but if you are easily offended by sexist talk...well, consider yourself warned.

DISCLAIMER**- I own nothing. Doccubus belongs to Lost Girl and Prodigy Pictures.

Chapter 1

Is this what it felt like to have it all?

Some people wanted to find their one true love. Some wanted their name in lights. Most people wanted money, a nice house, a fancy car or other material things.

Me? I never needed fame, but I had everything else. Material things by the dozens, a nice home, access to any car I wanted and my one true love...I was on my way to her right now.

The sun was shining, the top was down and it was another beautiful sunny, Las Vegas morning. So nice that I took the long way to work for a change. Usually I was in a rush. There was money to be made and deals to close. Nothing made me happier than the thrill of the car business. You couldn't find a time to catch me when I wasn't either on the phone or on the computer. It didn't matter if I was home, at work or at the casino. The business came first. It was the reason I had it all. It was what I loved. The thrill, the power of the close. There was nothing like it that I had found yet in my life. It was almost an addiction. One I didn't want to quit.

Today was different. As much as I was ready to get to work, I was finally taking a moment to enjoy the things I had and where I was at this time in my life. Maybe it was only for a few minutes, but it made the day that much sweeter.

The vibration of my phone against the center console drew my eyes. Shawna's name lit up and I rolled my eyes. Here we go again. I picked it up and set it against my ear as I drove slowly through traffic.

"Yes?"

"What're you up to tonight?"

"It's end of month. I'm sure I'll be busy late. Too busy for that blind date I know you want to set me up on."

"Why would you think that?"

"Call it a hunch. You've been on me for weeks now."

"All I'm saying is you need to get out there. You never know when misses right will pop up. Besides, a little time between the sheets is never a bad thing." She laughed.

"There's a difference between dating and hooking up, Shawna. I don't want to date and believe me, I have no problems when I just want to get laid."

She groaned. "I know. I've seen your moves in action, remember?"

I smiled. I did indeed. It was years ago. We turned into great friends, though.

"Fine, no date, but come out with me and the girls tonight at the club when you get done. At least we can have some friend time, throw down a few drinks and dance the night away. You know you guys killed it this month. It'll be celebration time."

"I'll think about it."

"Great. See you tonight then."

I laughed as I hung up the phone. A night on the town did sound like a great idea. She knew she had me with drinks and dancing. She'd make a great closer, always assuming the sale. Too bad she never took me up on the offer to give it a try.

Shawna was just one of my many friends that persisted in telling me I need to find the right girl and get a life away from work. But I was content right where I was. My family? Well, they were all in the car business, so there was no pressure there. Guess the apple didn't fall far from the tree.

It wasn't as though I never dated. I even tried a few relationships, like Shawna, but they always wanted more from me. Meaning, they wanted me to ignore my work, my passion, my love. No matter how clear I was up front, they all thought I'd change if we stayed together.

Wrong.

Work was my wife, my mistress, my other mistress and any other relationship you could have. That was perfectly all right with me.

I slowed to a stop at the red light and glanced to my right. My reflection shone back at me in the giant glass panels of the investment group complex. A smile crept across my face. I did love the black Bentley coupe. It was the one I chose to drive most often, but was it my favorite car?

My fingers tapped the wheel in time to the music. My gaze traveled back up to the light while I thought it over. I'd been around cars my entire life. I'd driven nearly everything at one point or another, but my favorite?

This was probably the one I like to look at the most, with the exception of a Bugatti. There was just something about the lines on the Bentley that drew me into it. The Bugati, on the other hand, was just hand crafted brilliance. No one could deny that. The one I liked to drive the most though, was the one that hardly ever saw the road. My grandfathers 1955 Austin-Healey 100S. A blue and white, completely original, garage kept classic with under five thousand miles. It was his baby and he left it to me. He knew I'd take care of it, treasure it, just as he did. I was just as passionate about four wheels and steel horses as him and we used to spend hours talking about all things automotive. Cars were definitely my passion and that was one I would never part with.

That reminds me, I really should take her out again soon and let her stretch her legs around town.

The light finally turned green and I pressed the accelerator to the floor, leaving everyone else behind. Play time was over. It was time to make some money. Twenty minutes later I pulled into the dealership, coming to a stop in my reserved spot. I was a little later than usual, but then, I was the boss. I panned the acres of shining cars before grabbing my bag and heading inside.

On my way in the door I paused when something caught my eye. The new guy, Craig, was on the top floor of the parking garage hanging a wind cone off a pole. I shook my head and opened the door, chuckling at the sight of my longtime salesmen Bob and Burt doubled over in laughter at their prank.

"You guys are buying him lunch." They straightened up quickly at the sound of my voice.

Burt wiped the tears from his eyes. "Aw come on Lauren. You used to do the same thing. Its a right of passage," he whined.

I struggled mightily to repress my smirk. It was true. Teasing the newbie was nothing new. It was definitely funny as long as it was tame and it wasn't happening to you. "I know, but you're still buying him lunch and telling him we do NOT have a helipad."

"Okay," they answered in unison with hands in their pockets and looking at their shoes like little kids.

I started to my office before turning back to them. "Oh, and guys?" They looked up at me. "No sending him to check the air pressure in all the tires, either."

"Shit Lauren, you're taking all the fun out of everything," Bob groaned. He was always the ring leader. If he behaved, then Burt would too.

"I'm sure you'll find something else. You're creative guys. Besides, Craig's a good kid. He's working hard and selling cars. Don't scare him off. I need a lot more than you two old antiques on the floor if I'm gonna keep leading the region in sales."

"Ouch. Antique? Is that a challenge?" Bob spoke, but they both bowed up.

"Maybe." They were so easy. "You're only at twenty this month. Angela's sold twenty six and she doesn't even know how to open the car door."

"Yeah," Bob sighed. His eyes glazed over. "But she's hot. Have you seen the rack on her?"

Of course. You couldn't miss them. They were perfect specimens of the finest money could buy. "I have, but that's not the point." I needed to get the boys back on track.

"Honestly, I could careless if she could speak, I'd still buy the car." Bob nudged Burt in the ribs while they chuckled.

"Then maybe I need a sales floor full of supermodels," I said in the most stern voice I could muster. I laughed when their faces fell. As if I would do such a thing. Angela was a great closer and in her defense, some of these cars had hidden door handles. "Relax guys. Just pick it up, okay? And watch the way you talk around her. Be gentleman."

"We will boss." Bob answered. They both nodded their head. "To tell ya the truth though, she's worse than we are." He grinned wide.

Maybe Angela was one of those rare few women that could make it in this business and blend in well with the boys. "Noted. Now, I know you're better than what that board says and let's face it, no one wants to work these hours if they're not selling cars. Now hit the phones. Sell a car and be a star. Two hundred cash to the one with the most sales today."

"Oh, that is all mine," Bob trotted toward his office.

"No way Bobbo, That's the special bottle of Crown I've been wanting," Burt yelled as he waddled the other way as fast as he could for a three hundred pound guy.

I stood there and watched the old pair scramble. They'd both been with the company a long time and both still wore the stereotypical slicked back salesman hair and had a mustache. I put my foot down years ago on the god awful suits and ties. This was an upscale dealership and even though we had a used car department that carried a little of everything, I still wanted them all to look the part.

At the sound of Burt's voice on the phone I turned and headed for my office with a grin on my face. Yes, I did love my job. Maybe we'd make Craig go pickup lunch in that hideous custom painted pea green Porsche 911 that no one would look at. After all, a little fun never hurts anyone.

I passed the used car office, stopping dead in my tracks at the sight of Jim with his feet up and his head tipped back. His mouth was open wide with snores loud enough to wake the dead echoing from her room. I kicked his chair and waited. He snorted and wiped his hand across his shirt leaving a trail of orange from the remnants of his morning Cheetos.

I kicked it again, harder. "Jim. Wake your ass up."

He about fell out of the chair as he jumped up startled. "Huh?"

"Jim," I said through gritted teeth. "I don't have you come in early so you can get stoned and take a nap. You're here early to get the damned used cars stocked in before we get busy."

"Sorry Lauren." He looked away and sighed. "I was just-"

"Yeah, I know. I swear, if you weren't a family friend Jim I'd toss you out on your ass. Just stop making me look like a fool and do what I pay you to do. Isn't it enough I give you a salary and got you off the floor?"

"I know. I really am sorry."

He wouldn't look at me. It wasn't the first time we'd had this conversation and sadly, it wouldn't be the last. It didn't keep me from trying though.

"Just get to work." I stormed out shaking my head. He was seventy five and refused to retire, but he was like an uncle to me. He said it would kill him and I believed it. The car business was just as much a part of him as it was me. Jim was not in the best of health and was never a great salesman, so what could I do? I gave him a cake job and tried to keep an old man happy.

XXX

The day was nearly over and I'd been scouring every line all day to make sure all the I's were dotted and T's were crossed. When I said I loved my job, I meant it. I really did. Everyday except for month end closeout. Paper work and numbers, my dad calling and just one cluster fuck after another seemed to always present itself. Everyone's panties were in a bunch as salesman and managers scrambled to hit bonuses. None of which would be paid until my numbers were concrete. To top it all off, the lot porter backed a used Porsche into one of the new Bentley's. Of course it would happen on my busiest day of the month.

I tore my eyes from the computer screen and looked out the window, exhausted from the seemingly endless stream of numbers before me. There were several customers on the lot, but the bright yellow Lamborghini that zipped through the lot and screeched to a halt in a handicapped space caught my attention. The woman who climbed out of it was anything but disabled. She was breath taking. The was an aura of authority and something else I couldn't pinpoint. I wanted to tear my eyes away and get back to work, but I couldn't. The brunette stranger had me in a trance. Her perfect form. The long dark hair flowing down her shoulders. The way her hips moved. The confident stride.

Only when she disappeared through the doors of the building down stairs did I blink. It was then I also realized I hadn't been breathing. A quick wave of dizziness overtook me as I inhaled a deep breath of air. I wanted to run down there, get a better look at the woman that just made my mind go blank and my heart pound like crazy even though I stood a story above her, separated by concrete and glass.

I shook the cob webs from my mind and took a deep breath. No time for that now. There was work to be done so the business office could go home. In an hour or so it would be official. The slate would be wiped clean and we'd all start at zero once again. I turned my focus back to the screen, my fingers running through my hair as an old nervous habit. It was hard to focus when my thoughts kept drifting back to her. Who was she? What did she want? Was she a banker? A customer?

I shut my eyes, rubbed my temples and groaned. Why did I refuse to have a general manager for the store? Oh right. Because I was hands on. Partly because my O.C.D. insisted I micromanage every detail and partly because I enjoyed it so much. Besides, I never trusted anyone else to take care of the little things, or the customers, the way I did. It was one of the things that set my dealership apart among the regular high end customers. Now if I could just get one more hour of quiet time this would all be done for another month.

"Excuse me, Lauren?"

So much for that. What was it? Ten seconds?

It was Jim's voice. I grunted as my eyes opened, but I kept my head buried in the statistical nightmare that was closeout.

"I know your buried in here, it's just that we have a customer out here who insists on only working with, and I quote, 'the man in charge'."

"Of course they do." I'm only elbow deep in paperwork. How do they always know? "Damn people. Always feel like their entitled to something special because of what they do or who they know. If they only knew they'd get a better deal from the salesperson than from me." Jim laughed as I complained without ever looking up. "Who is it?"

"A Ms. Bo Dennis. You're gonna want to meet this one." I didn't need to see his face to know that he was smiling that goofy smile he'd get when there was a beautiful woman around.

My pulse quickened. Could it be the woman in the Lamborghini? I quickly searched the name on my computer as I usually did with those demanding personal attention. My breath caught as the picture came up beside the information. It was her. The breathtaking brunette I watched waltz across the parking lot a few minutes ago.

"Bo Dennis." The name rolled off my tongue in a whisper only I could hear.

Something about her captivated me. My heart pounded like a drum in my chest at the thought of meeting her. Quickly, I skimmed her information then stood from my seat and looked at Jim. "Well, let's go meet Ms. Dennis shall we."

Down the stairs and through the hall, my eyes searched the faces ahead to get a good look at her before we actually met. I had a leg up with already knowing about her. She'd been in town less than a year, the CEO of a company that bought a few casinos. She was in charge of running them. But she was also the daughter of a billionaire shipping magnet. Seemed she enjoyed making her own legacy even though she had no need to work. That didn't exclude her from the typical behavior that accompanied such people, though. Still expecting special treatment because their time or money was better than everyone elses.

The woman didn't see me. She was staring at my classic car as I approached. Bo Dennis was stunning. That was undeniable. Even more so up close. And those definitely were not store bought breasts.

I moistened my lips and couldn't help but admire the sight before me. Ignoring her seemed to be an impossibility for everyone. I savored one last appreciative glance at her statuesque profile before I glared at any salesperson I caught gawking, sending them on their way.

Oh, and one other fun fact about Bo Dennis, she loved to gamble.

So did I.

I was about to find out if she was the type to double down, or throw in her cards.

With a deep breath I steeled myself for the chess match. "I believe you asked to speak to the man in charge." I put on my best smile, fighting the weak knees that struck me when she turned and flashed a brilliant smile at me.

"Wow." Her eyes widened as she examined me from head to toe, taking in every detail.

An eruption of feelings that were completely foreign to me flowed through me, set off by her intense gaze. I cleared my throat to get her attention back on business, hoping that it would also cool my rising desire from being visually devoured.

"You're certainly no man." She held out her hand with a smile that was still bright as the sun, but now had a sexy undertone as she continued to stare at me. "Bo Dennis."

"Lauren Lewis. A pleasure to meet you Ms. Dennis."

I accepted her greeting, giving her a strong handshake that meant business. I wasn't prepared for the warmth that came with the contact. Spreading up my arm, making my stomach flutter.

Her smile faltered slightly. It could be wishful thinking, but I swore her breath hitched as she stared at our hands.

I pulled away and cleared my throat again. Did she feel the same? Did she notice?

Focus on the sale Lauren.

"How can I be of assistance to you today, Ms. Dennis?"

"Yes, I want to buy a car." She smiled again, quickly regaining her composure. "Two actually."

"Fantastic. As one of the largest import dealers in America I'm sure you'll find our prices more than fair. We'd love to earn your business. Bob here can help you with that. Thank you fo-"

"No, Ms. Lewis, I only talk numbers with the head honcho. No offense to Bob, or any of your sales staff, but I prefer to skip the back and forth and get right to business." She spoke politely and professionally. It was a bit of a surprise.

"I see. And what is it you are interested in purchasing today Ms. Dennis?"

"The Aston Martin V12 Vantage S Roadster in Diavolo Red and..." she paused and turned around. Her hand rose and her finger pointed to my car. "That Austin-Healey over there."

This was going to be more fun than I thought. "Well, I'd be happy to give you a very generous number on the Vantage, but that one is not for sale."

"I'm sorry? Is this not a dealership?" She threw her hands up and waved them around in a sudden swing of mood. A scowl was fixed on her face as she turned back to me. And there it was. So much for polite. She wasn't used to being told no. "That is a car. I want to buy it. Money is no object. How much for the classic?"

"My apologies Ms. Dennis." My smile never faltered.

Her expression softened and she smiled again. No doubt she'd thought she won.

Not this time. Not on that car. "Let me rephrase that. I am more than happy to get you a very generous deal on the Aston Martin. The Austin-Healey, is not for sale. But I am more than happy to find you one like it."

There was a fire in her eyes now. "I doubt there is another like it. A 1955 100s all original?" Her brows knitted tightly as she attempted to intimidate me. "I want to speak to the owner. I'm sure he is in the business of making money and I have plenty of it and I am willing to pay big for that car."

"I am the owner. It is my car. As I've said, it is not for sale."

"I see." She huffed. "Well I guess I will just take my money to a more amicable dealer then. Someone who appreciates my business."

"As you wish Ms. Dennis. Your business here is most certainly appreciated, but not required. I think I can keep the lights on if you decide to go down the road. Have a nice day." I held my hand out to shake once more. It was more out of the need to touch her again than professionalism.

She rolled her eyes and folded her arms tight against her chest in defiance.

I rescinded my offer of a parting shake and gave her a nod instead, smiling politely as I walked away. The sound of her mutterings and name calling as she stormed out made me grin all the way to my office. Getting under her skin gave me more satisfaction than it should. She was stunning anyway, but my god she was beautiful when she was angry.

I made my way down the hall and back to the stairs in a hurry. My mind running a mile a minute. I refused to bend to those that thought they were owed something because of their wealth or position. Vegas was a material town, more so than many other big cities and you had to stand your ground. It pissed me off when any customers popped an attitude, more so if it was due to social status. Besides, my family had built a series of dealerships from the ground up. I was no stranger to money myself, but money didn't give you permission to expect others to bend to your will. I may not have had tycoon cash or old money, but I could more than afford anything I wanted. I just did it with kindness and respect to those trying to make a living assisting me.

Speaking of things I wanted...

In that moment I found myself wanting nothing more than getting to know the brash, uppity brunette that made my heart skip a beat and challenged me in ways that had nothing to do with intellect. I'd met many a social lite, model, and millionaire, none of which took my breath away like she did as she strode with a bold swagger that rivaled her beauty. Her dark brown eyes sparkled when she looked at me and even though she was petulant when she was told no, it seemed there was something more to her.

She was used to getting what she wanted. So was I. Who knew where this would all lead. At the very least, I loved sweet victory of closing a deal, whether I was selling a car, negotiating for a home, or picking up a woman. Bo Dennis would be a worthy opponent indeed. Only thing was, for the first time in my life, I feared I might lose more than just a car deal. Something inside told me to be careful, but I couldn't fight my instincts. It was always work first.

As soon as I made it to my office I stepped to the window and watched her Lamborghini peel out of our lot. I found myself with an unstoppable grin from ear to ear and a pulse that raced like Indy car. I was sure we weren't done yet. Actually, I was counting on it.

XXX

So there it is. Let me know what you think of this Doccubus fic and if it's something I should continue. I appreciate all R & R's and feedback immensely. Thank you for reading!