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Chapter 1- Whore
War of the Sex
"Shit," I muttered and swerved the car to the left.
I heard Bella laugh over the phone. "What?" she asked.
"I almost ran over a stupid cat," I grumbled. I balanced the phone on my shoulder and turned the car. A car honked at me and I flipped him off.
"You do know that there's a law for talking on the phone while driving right?" Bella chuckled lightly. "Why are you calling me?"
"I was going to be nice and ask if you need any new toys, crapface," I snapped at her. I was sexually frustrated, forgive me. "Well do you? I found a store."
I can almost imagine my best friend sitting in her prestigious office, tomato red. "No," she whispered into the phone. "I'm fully equipped, thank you very much."
"We said bye-bye to box of pleasure buddies when the idiots at the airport transferred it to the wrong loading station," I reminded her.
"Oh," she hummed on the phone. "Well then, get me whatever."
I heard the familiar sound of her pager go off and I groaned. "I know, I know," I told her. "A patient just came in, huh?" I didn't give her time respond and instead asked, "I'll see you tonight, right? Or do you have a double shift?"
"My shift ends at eight," she answered. I heard some shuffling and I figured she was putting her coat and stethoscope on.
"Well, will you be on call?" I asked.
"Rose, no," she said quickly. "I really have to go."
She was in her Dr. Swan mode now and I could hear her running.
"You have no excuse this time!" I shouted at her. "Its girls first night out in Los Angeles, baby! I love you! Bye!" I hung up before she could protest.
We recently moved from New York to sunny California. I hadn't originally planned on moving but everything changed two months ago. Bella graduated from Harvard Medical a year ago and her playing field was in pediatrics. Bella has a really soft spot for children. She chose pediatrics over obstetrics and gynecology. She already started working on her residency in New York but she received an offer from the Red Cross in LA. Both the pay and the position were much higher. My other best friend, Alice Brandon, is a fashion designer. She's been working on her line for almost two years now and her sponsor lives in Los Angeles. The production of her line would be in California and Alice was asked to move here.
My family owns branches of Hale Motors nationwide. There are about three branches in California and since I didn't want to be alone in New York, I'll take over the management here. My father works at the headquarters in Chicago and he didn't mind as long as everything ran smoothly. He hired someone to be my assistant and she'll be flying down here soon. The Hale Motors in Los Angeles is the one that brings in a lot of money because it's always the busiest. On my first day, a flock of five cars came in early in the morning. Two of them made a sandwich with one. The fourth ran straight into a pole, damaged his hood, and set off his bag. The fifth needed a change of break pads. There were a total of fifteen employees and so the repair took less time.
"Fucking flight lost our fucking dildos. Fucking lady wouldn't check again," I grumbled to myself as I made a beeline to the dildo section. Oh god, pink everywhere. Pink and purple and everything girly. I just needed three dildos for now and I was set for a month. "One for Alice," I hummed when I saw our new buddies. "One for Bella. And one for me."
"Do you need help with those, babe?" a voice chortled from beside me.
I turned my head and gulped. He had sparkling blue eyes and curly brown hair. He wore a tight V-neck shirt that hugged his muscled body. His arm was propped lazily against the shelf and his left leg slung over his right foot. His biceps were thick and his dimpled smile only made me hornier. I nearly drooled over this hunk of meat in front of me when what he said finally reached my brain. I glowered at him and resisted the urge to lick his lips.
"That's a very tempting offer," I told him and he smiled. "But I don't accept offers from whores." I turned around and walked away from him. I heard his deep sexy laugh follow me to the front. I dropped the stuff off the counter and whipped out my wallet.
"That's where you're wrong, sweetheart. I'm not a whore," he insisted.
"Piss off, pervert," I glared at him. The girl scanned my stuff and I handed her my card. She looked at the whore next to me and I smiled.
"When you come in a dildo store, you should expect assholes like this guy," the girl rolled her eyes. "Fuck off, Emmett. Don't scare the customers."
"I was just kidding," the guy guffawed. "You're not from around here are you?" I opened my mouth to speak but he cut me off. "Wait, don't tell me. You're snobby, uptight, pale, and you can't take a joke. I'm guessing you're a Yankee."
"Nope. Dodgers," I shook my head at him.
The girl howled with laughter and bagged my things.
"Nice one," he said. "Will we see your pretty little ass back in here soon?"
"With you around?" I raised an eyebrow. "Don't count on it."
I said my thanks to the girl and walked out. I tossed the bag in the back and drove off to work. The traffic in LA was no better than the one back home.
Then I remembered New York wasn't home anymore. There were too many bad memories and too many heart breaks there. The three of us swore men for life. Well, figuratively; we still need their southern anatomy. Bella had the worst of it all and poor girl had trust issues now. We try to get her to go clubbing but being a medical student covered things up for her. And now, she's busy working on her residency.
I used to believe that I will find my man someday and he will sweep me off my feet. I thought I had that with my ex-boyfriend, Royce, but I was most definitely wrong. Men are stupid. They can't think straight with all their blood flowing in their groin. And the idiot at the dildo store just further proved my point.
"Yo, Rosie!" Tyler called when I hopped off the car. He had smudges already all over his face and overalls. He walked up to me with a goofy grin on his face.
"Good morning," I told him.
"Guess what Mike just did."
"What the fuck did that idiot do now?" I shook my head.
I change my mind; men are stupid minus these guys that work with me. Tyler is a happily married thirty-year-old man with two kids. Mike is engaged and soon to be married next month. Eric, Alec, Sam, Embry, Riley, Collin, Paul, Peter, Jose, and Roberto are all still pretty young but definitely trustworthy. They're good guys with good heads on their shoulders but are taken. Then I have the old timers who've been working for Hale Motors for forty years now. Harry, Amun, and Liam will soon be heading into a happy retirement with their wives and grandchildren.
Dear god, have you not left me any good men in the world?
"He set off an airbag because he sat on top of it. He flew way up into the ceiling," Tyler told me. I froze.
"Is he alright?" I asked.
Tyler waved me off. "He's fine. He landed on the bubble wraps."
I shook my head as we walked into a garage full of men laughing their heads off and a Mike rubbing his arse. "We'll talk about this later," I pointed at him and he nodded. "How many do we already have this fine California morning?"
"This baby was just delivered an hour ago," Tyler said. He patted the tire of the car above us. It was an Acura set on the platform and its hood and bumper lay on the floor beside it. "She collided with the rear of that car." He pointed to the red Toyota.
"Insurance?" I asked as I looked over the clipboard Eric handed me.
"Of course," Tyler nodded. "This chick got one hellava good insurance."
"What about that silver Volvo over there?" I asked.
"That expensive Volvo over there was robbed last night. All windows smashed. Paul hauled it in with his truck about seven o'clock in the morning. The passenger door was jack hammered and the front tires were slashed."
My heart dropped for this pretty car. Fuck, I'd be so pissed.
"Damn," I whistled. "A Volvo no less. Did anyone set the door order?"
"Riley set the order for the model and it'll be here in two days," Tyler said. "I'm going to the tire place downtown for a whole new set. He wanted them all changed."
"He would be Mr. Cullen," I read off the paper. "He must have had a little quarrel with someone."
"Sure did," he chuckled. "An ex-girlfriend actually, 'nuff said."
After my morning round of checkups, I continued working on the car that came yesterday. The girl was pulling out of her parking lot and made the rooky mistake of turning the wheel the wrong way. She smashed her side against the wall and made a pretty deep dent. It wasn't the bad because I was able to pull it out. But the body paint was surely damaged. After a few hours, I finished it and rang her up. She would be here around three this afternoon, just in time for the gloss to dry.
A car honked out on the lot and Paul waved at us. Attached to his tow-truck was a steaming Jeep Wrangler. Mike was the first to ogle.
"Boy, we got a stinker over here!" Mike howled.
"Radiator's probably over-heated," Tyler muttered.
"And the idiot didn't know how to put water in it," I laughed with him.
What do you know? The idiot from the dildo store stepped out of the passenger side. He was muttering under his breath and took one longing looks at his car.
"You have to take this one," I told Tyler.
He turned his head and approached us. I crossed my arm and waited as his gorgeous eyes met mine.
"Why? You just finished Mallory's car," he shook his head at me.
He gave me a toothy grin. I almost smiled along with him but I held it in.
"Sweetheart," idiot smiled at me.
"Well, looks like you can take care of this guy, Rosie," Tyler laughed quietly under his breath. "I have a few things to do. Now, if you'll excuse me."
He made his exit and I was left alone with the idiot.
"What's the problem?" I asked.
"I don't know," he said. "You work here?"
"Yes," I gritted my teeth. "What happened to the car?"
"I…I don't know. The car just started to steam. I freaked out and I couldn't see anything so I damaged the bumper a little when I hit the tree."
"Why was it towed?" I asked. "I'm sure it had enough time to cool down."
"Front tire is kinda punctured and before you ask, I don't know how," he scratched his head. "Hey, I'm really sorry about the debacle at the store. I didn't know it would offend you or anything. I was just kidding."
I gave him a smile. "I wasn't offended," I told him. "Come to the office and fill out some papers while I check the car out."
"I'm Emmett by the way," he told me.
"Rosalie," I shook his outstretched hand.
Like predicted, it was a problem with the radiator. But it wasn't just over heated. He told me just drove down from Vegas but Tyler's radiator didn't steam like his did. I looked again and found a defective radiator cap. All he needed to do was replace it, something that could have been done without our help. He said he didn't know how and I should have known.
"I should have it done before we close tomorrow. Tyler will get the tires first thing in the morning and you're lucky, there's not much damage to the bumper. Just a scratch, it didn't kill your baby," I explained it all to him.
I looked over his papers, noted the cell phone number, and insurance agency. Then, my heart dropped when I looked at his address.
"You live on Olympic Avenue?" I blanched.
"Sure do," he nodded. "We just moved in."
"We?" I asked.
"I have roommates. More like brothers actually," he looked around the garage. "Why? Are you gonna stalk me now?"
I was angry again. "No, you dipshit," I snapped at him.
"We're neighbors."
War of the Sex
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