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Prompt: Rosalie and Emmett. He's a mechanic and she has a flat tire.

Prompted by: ellaryne

RPOV

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" I cursed.

Giving in to my frustration, I kicked the front passenger tire of my car, thinking how this was the last thing that I needed. Already in a panic because I was running late to my best friend Alice's bridal shower, my anxiety increased tenfold when I felt the car pulling to the right and heard the distinct thud, thud, thud coming from the front end. I pulled over, and quickly confirmed the flat tire. I cursed at myself for not taking my dad up on his offer to teach me to fix a flat. But that was years ago, and I had more important things to do at the time, like go shopping.

I pulled out my phone and scrolled through the listing of local mechanics, and it didn't take me long to find the closest one. I typed in the number, and after a short conversation I threw my phone on the passenger seat, let my head rest on the steering wheel, and prepared to wait for the mechanic they said they would send. I thought about calling Alice to tell her why I would be delayed, but I really didn't want to face her wrath at the moment. For a little thing she could be incredibly scary.

A short while later I heard a vehicle slowing down on the road behind me. I glanced back and saw, with a sigh of relief, that it was a tow truck. I got out of my car, straightened the skirt on my dress, and turned to face the person who was going to help me out of this mess and put me back into Alice's good graces. My breath caught in my throat when I caught sight of the man walking towards me. Tall, dark, and handsome were the first thoughts that came to my mind. A tight t-shirt and snug jeans showed off his tall, muscular body. Curly brown hair flopped over one of his eyes, which he casually brushed away with his hand, and that's when his smile caught my attention. He had a set of dimples that made me weak in the knees.

I nervously played with a strand of my hair as I tried to figure out what the hell was wrong with me. Normally when it came to guys I had all the control, all I had to do was flip my hair or bat my eyelashes and they would do whatever I wanted. I enjoyed having that power, but for some reason at that moment I felt utterly powerless.

"Hi," he said cheerfully, "I'm Emmett McCarty, from McCarty Auto."

"Rosalie…I'm Rosalie," I sputtered and wanted to kick myself. I needed to get a grip, and quick.

"So, Rosalie, I hear you have a flat tire?" Emmett said as he walked closer to me.

"Yeah, over on the passenger's side," I said as I turned to lead him to the flat. Although I was no longer facing Emmett I was still painfully aware of his presence. I could hear his foots steps on the gravel and smell his heady scent, part cologne and part motor oil, which for some reason I found intoxicating. We stopped in front of the tire and Emmett bent down to take a look.

"Looks like you ran over a nail," he said as he pointed to a small silver circle in the rubber. I looked closely and sure enough, he was right. When I stood up and turned to comment I found our faces very, very close together.

"Um… I need to check in your trunk to see if you have a spare," he said, and when he gulped I realized he was just as affected by my presence as I was by his.

"Okay," I replied and went to quickly pop the trunk of my car. It didn't take Emmett long to find the spare and get to work. I watched as he worked and found myself transfixed with his arm muscles. They flexed and became more defined as he worked, and I had to stop myself from licking my lips. Once he was done, he stood and turned to face me. Emmett must have seen something in my face that gave away my thoughts, because he took a step toward me. I knew I should have stepped back, but I felt drawn to him like a magnet, and before I could fully process what was happening his lips were on mine.

His kiss ignited a spark in me that I had never felt before, and I plunged my fingers into his thick curls to pull him closer. It was only due to a need for oxygen that we were forced to pull away, too soon for my liking.

"That was…wow," Emmett managed to get out as he tried to calm his breathing.

"Yeah," I agreed, fumbling for something intelligent to say.

"I promise I don't have a habit of kissing women I barely know, and I didn't mean to just grab you like that, but the way you were looking at me I just couldn't help myself," Emmett said.

"It's okay," I said, "I don't have a habit of kissing men I barely know, but watching you work did something to me."

"Oh yeah, speaking of my work," he said as he gestured to the tire, "this spare should be good enough to get you to the garage so I can patch the tire, but it's not a full size you should be driving on for any length of time. You can drive behind me and I'll lead the way if you want."

"Okay," I said as I tried to switch gears and get back to the tire. Suddenly I remembered, Alice's shower.

"Ugh, I was on my way to my friend's house for her bridal shower, and I'm already really late. Will it take long to fix?"

"How about this," Emmett suggested, "Let's get your car to the garage, and then I will give a ride to your friend's house."

"Are you sure?" I asked, "I don't want you to go to too much trouble."

"It's not a problem," he said as he picked up his things and walked to the driver's side door with me.

"Well alright," I said because I didn't have a lot of other options, and I really didn't mind the idea of spending more time with Emmett.

"Great," he said as he opened my car door for me, "I can also pick you up and bring you back to your car after your party."

"Okay, thank you," I said as I slid into my seat.

"Maybe…maybe," he said as picked at something on his t-shirt, "we could stop and have dinner somewhere after I pick you up?"

"I'd like that," I said and smiled.

"Great," he said with smile that lit up his dimples. "Well, let's get going then."

Emmett shut my door and then walked quickly back to his truck. As I waited for him to pull in front of me, I realized that even though Alice might kill me for being so late, getting a flat tire was the best thing that happened to me in a long, long time.

Thanks to my beta Jenn. Remember to send me a prompt if there is something you want to see!