Tomorrow was Monday. A work day. She'd be in the office of his tiny garage with him only steps away. His arms would be streaked with grease. A rag would dangle from the back pocket of his worn jeans. Sweat would be gathered at his lower back as he worked. Somehow with all that going on and her desire for sex now out in the open she was supposed to have a clear head to be able to bill piston rods and lube jobs.

The sound of the front door opening downstairs made Gabriella jerked up from her key board. Blue's head pop up from his spot on the bed and within moments he was down on the ground taking off to welcome Troy home. Gabriella glanced over at the clock on her nightstand. It was almost midnight. She'd been staring at the same paragraph for the last twenty minutes not really sure about her characters Georgia and Jeff.

They just felt all wrong for each other. Like it was being forced, she could see her characters now shoving at each other wanting nothing to do with each other. The classic she loved him and he loved someone else scenario. It was frustrating and she was already so anxious about her current situation with Troy that she could barely focus.

While, she had originally thought that he hadn't seemed into it, looking back disinterest wasn't the impression that she got. He was thinking about it. He wanted to date her. It was a small step. Smaller than she would have liked. She had shaved after all, hoping for the full Monty with the possibility of an unfastening-buttons-while-kissing-up-the-stairs event.

She heard his steps coming up the stairs and he stopped as expected at her doorway, Blue walking in beside him. "You're still up."

"Couldn't sleep," Gabriella shrugged as she reached to close her laptop.

"Still working on the ad?"

Gabriella looked at the laptop and let out a small sigh. "Yeah," she lied, standing up to stretch.

"I'm going to shower and then hit the hay."

Gabriella smirked, "That an invitation?"

"No," he said reaching for her door knob, "Get some sleep."

Gabriella let out a small sigh of disappointment as she watched her bedroom door close. After a moment she heard the shower turn on and watched as Blue decided it was his duty to fall into a heap at the door, blocking off her exit even further.

"Who's side are you on?" she mumbled to him as she placed her hands on her hips. The day was over now. She'd attempted all she'd known to get her hands on Troy, and there was nothing more to do about it for the night.

Cheeks flaming hot, stomach somersaulting and her thighs twitching she sat down on the edge of her bed and lifted her shirt over head and tossed it behind her. It caught on the cracked open top drawer to her nightstand. She stretched to flick it off, but something else stopped her.

A small grin stole her lips. Perhaps it was time to turn the tables a little. Let him hear her for once. She'd never been too vocal, but just maybe she should change that. She pulled Old Reliable out of the drawer and clicked it on. The plastic hummed in her hand. It tickled her palm and brought a giggle to her lips.

He stepped out of the shower and toweled off, all the while thinking how much better this would be with Gabriella's tongue lapping him up or her soft hands covering him with soft strokes. Need hung tight to his harden cock and pulled at his balls. He was going to have to get a grip. That cold shower had done nothing. Crossing the hall with the towel hung around his waist he stopped to look at Gabriella's door.

Shaking his head he kept moving making his way to his room and shutting and locking the door behind him. Coming to his bed he laid down and stared up at the rotating fan. The blades whipped around. Air coated his dampened body, a chill soaked to his bones, but he was still burning up.

His hand strayed to his waist. The image of her damp lips around him entered his mind as clear as if she knelt before him in real life and taken him whole. He closed his eyes and let his hands wonder until his grip was firmed and tight. He stroked up his length and thought of Gabriella there. The heat in his grasp was her warm mouth pulling him deep. His hold was her sucking him tight.

His breath quickened, his pace jerked him hard. Release bunched low, built tight, and ready to explode as he stroked. Instead of the breeze from the fan, it was Gabriella's brown hair falling over his thighs, sweeping his belly, and slipping between his legs and touching his balls. His ass tightened, the vision getting so focused in his head, he could swear he heard her moan.

A husky, breathless chuckle whispered through the room and he stilled. That he did not dream. Another moan eased out. Or was he dreaming? It sounded so real. He sat up and stroked his other hand through his hair. She was making him crazy. Except- there it was again. A very pleasure-filled sigh.

He looked to their shared wall, wanting to believe it was her. He eased across the bed and placed his ear against the wall. A husky groan much like the others, only deeper, sounded out, and a wave of chills blanketed over his skin. His fingers curled against the sheetrock, wishing he could just reach through and have his hands on her.

A throaty purr seeped through, "Troy."

One harshly spoken word and he was flipped upside down and his pulse set to jackhammer. He wondered at how quick her breath had become. How pink her bronze skin glowed and glistened as she climbed closer to her climax. His hand was back around his cock. He stroked as the breaths he couldn't hear, but imagined, whispered between her lips and panted a rhythm. His name eased out of her again, this time louder, on a strangled cry.

He tightened his grip. Pressure built around his sack, drawing him in. Gabriella gasped. A muffled moan slid from her. Release rushed through him, so intense, so pleasure-filled, it numbed him he gripped his iron head board, catching his warm seed before it dripped on his bed. He rested his cheek against the wall and just breathed and listened.

Nothing could be heard from Gabriella and after several minutes, he eased down reached for an old sock to clean himself. After tossing it into the hamper he laid across his bed. He didn't cover up. His body was too hot. The sheets would have been too confining.

The next day Gabriella sat in the office as the industrial fan blew in the distance. Her hair was piled high on top of her head, she'd left the few buttons on her Troy's Auto shirt undone. This heat wave was ridiculous, sweat dripped down her neck and slid down her cleavage. She was almost positive her deodorant stopped working two hours ago.

Looking down at her feet Blue rested peacefully as a mini fan blew on him. He'd been in the same spot all day. Not interested in greeting the one or two customers that had come in or chewing on his rubber ducky. Gabriella slipped her flip flop off her foot and gently used her foot to rub Blue's belly. His tail began to wag and soon he was on his feet, his head resting on her lap.

"I know it's hot Babe," she said scratching behind his ear, "Soon we'll be at home in the air conditioning, how about we watch The Notebook?"

Blue groaned.

"Tired of that too?" Gabriella let out a sigh as she bent down and placed a kiss on his snout. "We need a story Blue, something the readers are going to love because I don't think Georgia and Jeff are going to be enough."

She sat up and looked at the computer screen. She was working on the excel sheet for the parts that needed to be order before Friday. Troy's notes as usual were a step above chicken scratch, but easily mistaken for someone in the third grade. His penmanship had always been hard to read but he refused to use computers. Gabriella let out a sigh as she minimized the screen and looked at what she had written so far.

Georgia was watching Jeff chew his steak, his mouth occasionally smacking open, when she noticed the tall, dark cowboy across the room. He looked like a vigilante, a bad boy with a heart of gold and she caught herself looking to see if he hadn't had a white hat hidden somewhere, maybe a belt with a gun hoister.

Next to the cowboy, Jeff looked weak. Especially in the chin.

Georgia looked back at Jeff forcing herself to feel something, anything, this was the man she was supposed to be in love with. Yet her eyes wondered back to the cowboy sitting at the dinner. She wondered what a man who looked like him would feel like against her body. How his callous hands would feel on her bare skin. What damage a man like that could do to her neat, careful little world.

She looked back at Jeff, completely unaware of her wondering mind. Lost in his description of his day at work, unknowing of her growing urge she had to smack him across that weak chin. Before she gave in to the urge, she excused herself and went to the restroom.

The cowboy was there, waiting for her.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she caught herself sauntering over to him.

"Hey, girl," he drawled, reaching out to her as she approached. He speared his hand into her dark curls and brought her to him- brought her mouth directly to his.

And Georgia knew she'd died and gone to heaven…

Whimpering, Gabriella dropped her head onto the desk. She couldn't have Georgia make out with a mysterious cowboy with Jeff in the other room, even if Jeff was a jerk. Looking up at the florescent lighting up above as she rested her chin in her hand. Her problem was that she couldn't stop thinking about the kiss Troy had forced on her. She'd never admit it to anyone, especially not Troy, but that kiss had rocked her world.

The door opened and Troy came in covered in sweat, grease and smelling 100% like man mixed with motor oil. She let her hand fall as she watched him bring a sheet of paper to her from his clipboard, "The tractor for the Miller's is going to need a tie-rod hydraulic cylinder 3" packing seal kit 1.25" rod, make sure you bill him on the shipping he wants it sent over night so he can get back to work as soon as possible."

"Will do," she said taking the slip from him as she put it on top of the others, she'd have to get done today.

"You take lunch yet?" he asked placing the clipboard on the hook.

Gabriella closed her laptop, "Did you have something in mind?" She had a few things in mind, things that involved him losing that filthy blue Troy's Auto shirt and his work jeans, things that could happen right on this very desk.

"Could you maybe pick me up a sandwich from that deli you go to?" he said rubbing his stomach a little. "I got an engine to tune up and I don't think I'll make it out of the garage to get something."

"Oh," Gabriella said a little disappointed.

Troy raised a brow, "What?"

"Nothing," Gabriella slipped on her flip flop, she was in need of some fresh air anyway. "Come on Blue,"

"Did I say something?"

Gabriella reached for her keys and her wallet, "Troy, when are you gonna make a move?"

Troy jerked back a little confused, "Make what move?"

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I assumed you were there when we kissed last time."

His gaze fell to her lips. "I was there."

She heard the desire in his voice and threw her hands up. "Then why are you determined not to get involved with me? We nearly went up in flames, and all we did was touch lips. Just think if we did more?"

"No," Troy said making his way to the door, "I will not think about that."

"Why the heck not?" she growled in frustration. "You said you were interested."

He'd been trying to forget that kiss, trying to keep that door locked tight and keep her out of his thoughts. No such luck, because he still saw her brown eyes, still felt her long legs wrapped around his waist, and still felt the way her mouth ate at his.

Like she was starving.

Troy turned at the door to face her, "I am interested."

"Then be interested," Gabriella said tossing her hands up.

Troy eyes narrowed as he watched her standing in front of him hyped up on her own little temper tantrum about his lack of interest. It'd taken him just about three hours this morning to be able to look her in eye after last night's little mutual voyage of pleasure fantasies. He could still hear her moaning, still hear his name spilling from her lips. Troy's eyes dropped down to her lips once more, the need to taste them was powerful.

"Have dinner with me tonight," he murmured.

"Dinner."

"Wear a dress," he added before pushing the door open and holding it for her.

Gabriella narrowed her glaze as she walked past him, "Where are we going?"

"Out."

"That's all I get?" Gabriella said with a raised brow, "How do I know what to do with my hair."

"Leave it down."

Gabriella couldn't fight the tiny smirk pulling at her lips, "want to pick out my underwear too?"

Troy let out a low growl of groan as he held onto the door tightly, "Brie."

Gabriella felt a jolt of excitement spark inside her, he very rarely called her by her nickname, when he did it had always been three seconds shy of him losing his temper. But this time he didn't look mad, he looked downright hungry and muttering of her name made her girly parts almost weep for joy.

Blue jumped into the truck before her taking the shot gun seat as she went up next. She could still see him watching her as she turned on the truck. She bit her lip nervously as shifted the truck into reverse, "Blue I think we might have a story here after all," she said looking over at him before turning around to reverse her car out. Blue barked in excitement as he stuck his head out the window.