All or Nothing

Roberta Richardson had left the big doors of her auto repair shop open so many times while working late, she hadn’t given it a second thought tonight. It never occurred to her some hairy beast might skulk out of the nearby woods and come inside, but one did. She could hear his footsteps on the concrete floor. A familiar growl announced his presence.

“Hey, Bobbie, what’s shaking?”

Justin Hastings’ deep voice echoed through the quiet garage. Roberta lost her grip on the rusty bolt that had been getting the better of her for the last half hour.

“Aren’t you even going to say hello for old time’s sake?”

Roberta ignored him. She was going to get this alternator out of here, and the big ape trespassing on her property would just have to wait until she was done. Which at this rate would be sometime next Tuesday.

“I know it’s you, Bobbie. I’d recognize that butt anywhere.”

Justin smacked her ass with his large hand, but it took a few seconds for the action to register in her brain. Once it did, she straightened, striking her head on the truck’s hood. She shrieked and jumped down from the tire. The pain spreading across the back of her head added fuel to the fire that was igniting within her.

“Want me to kiss it and make it better?” Justin teased. His topaz blue eyes shimmered with merriment in the glare of the shop light fastened to the sport utility vehicle’s hood.