EPOV

"Ohhh, ohhhhhh, E!" She moans annoyingly as I pound into her from behind. I've already forgotten her name. Tabitha, Tamara, or some shit like that. I don't know. It's not of any importance.

"Shut the fuck up," I admonish her, shoving her head further down so I can't see her face. I close my eyes and lean back, picturing the beauty that I saw earlier. Her body was so supple and curvy, with huge breasts that I just wanted to rest my head on and wide hips with a nice fucking ass. Not to mention the most beautiful face I'd ever seen.

She was in the shop to get her car fixed. The piece of shit had completely broken down right in front of our shop. And when I saw her get out of the car, I almost dropped to my knees, and I also got the most raging hard-on of my life.

Which is why I find myself here, in a stall of the men's bathroom inside the shop, trying to fuck the beautiful girl from before out of my mind.

God, how I really wish it were her under me.

I look down at the body in front of me and realize how off it is. She's far too thin. She has no ass to speak of, and no curves. Her body almost looks boyish.

What the fuck am I doing?

I pull out of her with a grimace. "Put your clothes on and get back to work," I tell her, putting my thick cock back in my jeans.

"But didn't you finish?" She asks, turning around to look at me.

I scoff at her. "I couldn't."

And with that, I turn on my heel and out into the lobby of the shop, where I see Jazz and Emmett grab-assing behind the counter. "What are you fuckers up to?" I ask.

"What are we up to? More like what are you up to, boss?" Emmett chuckles. "Getting your shit greased with James' sister? I don't know that he's going to like that too much."

"I thought she was just the new receptionist," I say, dumfounded. "I couldn't even finish."

Emmett bends over in laughter. "Yeah, the new receptionist that happens to be James' sister!"

Jazz hits him. "This is why you need to have a solid relationship, E," he says. "Look at Emmett and I. We both have girlfriends, we have sex pretty much daily, and we got off every time. Maybe if you had someone that you loved in your life, then you would be able to do the same."

"Fuck that love shit, Jazz. That shit's for pussies," I say.

"Don't knock it till you try it, bro," Jazz replies.

In all of my thirty-one years, I hadn't been in a single relationship that's lasted more than a month. There are times when I see Jazz and Em with Alice and Rosalie, and it makes me want what they have. But I haven't found the right girl for me, yet. It's not like I have a problem finding girls to get it in with. I do perfectly fine on that front. In fact, I have my next victim in mind.

"Who was the girl from earlier?" I ask them. Em looks at me questioningly. "Great tits, hourglass figure, beautiful face?"

"You mean Rosie?" Em jokes, waggling his eyebrows. Rose has worked here for as long as I can remember, and she is one of our top mechanics. She and Em have been dating for about two years, and he treats her like the center of his universe.

"No, you fuck," I say, not amused. "Do you know who I'm talking about?"

He smiles at me. "That would be Isabella Swan. Chief Swan's daughter," he raises his eyebrows. "Good luck with that one."

"Yeah, whatever," I say grumpily. "Is she coming in tomorrow?"

"We're actually scheduled to pick her up to come back here at noon," Emmett says, pointing at the paper in front of him.

I smile to myself. "Good."

BPOV

I give myself one last look in the mirror before deciding that I look pretty damn good. After seeing that god at the car shop yesterday, I wanted to make sure that I'd be putting my best foot forward today. I'd given myself the task of putting on the sluttiest thing I could find, which was a wife beater with a push-up underneath, skinny jeans, and my leather boots.

Yeah, not slutty compared to most girls, I know. But it was as good as it was going to get for me.

I happen to be a pretty shy girl. I've never really put myself out there for any guy. I'm still a virgin at twenty, but seeing that mysterious man in the shop yesterday, all tatted up and bronze hair and tall and muscles, it did something to me.

The knocking on the door snapped me out of my reminiscing of the gorgeous man from yesterday. I look at the clock and it only reads eleven.

Could they be here already?

I walk to the door and swing it open, fully expecting it to be Jake. He's my dad's best friend's eighteen year-old son, and he's been trying to get me to go on a date with him ever since my arrival two weeks ago. Needless to say, I was not interested.

So, imagine my surprise when I open the door to that sex god from yesterday. He has this beautiful, crooked smirk on his face and he's looking at me with the most intense green eyes I'd ever seen.

I'm pretty sure that I'm blushing – hard. He's looking me up and down, almost like he's undressing me with his eyes. And for some reason, I'm completely okay with it. And I do the same to him.

He has to be at least a foot taller than my 5'2. And he's toned, but not overly bulky. He's wearing a cut-off shirt that reads "Maker's Mark," and there are sleeves going to his wrists on both arms, filled with interesting designs that I would like to inspect more closely, but I have a feeling that would be weird.

My eyes travel back up to his chiseled face. His beautiful green eyes are framed by long lashes and thick eyebrows. There also happens to be some scruff on his jaw, and I can't help but imagine what it would feel like to have that on my puss-.

"Isabella, I presume?" The drop-dead sexy motherfucker asks, interrupting my dirty thoughts.

I chuckle, lamely. "Yep, that's me."

Smooth, Bella.

"I'm here to take you to your car. I'm from Cullen's Auto. My name's E," he smirks, holding out his hand.

I take it, and I immediately feel a shock upon contact. I jump back a little, and look at him, wondering if he felt it, too. He looks at me curiously for a second before regaining his composure.

E steps back and shows the way to his tow truck. "Let's get you to your car, shall we?"


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