A Bad Boy Billionaire: Forbidden Alpha Male Romance by Heidi Hunter Page B
Authors: Heidi Hunter
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didn’t understand what I was saying any more than I’d understood him when he rattled on about the radiator.
“Is this guy a good mechanic?” I asked.
“Jerome? Yeah. He’s a good guy.”
“You think he’ll be able to fix my car tonight or by tomorrow?”
“I can’t say. He’s been through a lot lately.”
“Yeah?”
“His wife died about a year ago. He’s not been right since.”
I stared out the window in silence. Thoughts of Steven Cary popped into my mind. He had betrayed my trust by sleeping with my best friend and not telling me, but all the same, I wondered if I was making a mistake by running away from him and going to California. A few minutes after he picked me up, the old man pulled into a small auto repair shop. The lights were still on inside.
“It looks like he’s still here,” I said excitedly.
“Are you okay from here? I have to get going.”
“Yeah, thanks again.”
After I got out of the truck, I breathed deeply, trying to get some fresh air. He nodded his head at me then pulled away. I turned and walked into the lobby next to the garage. A tall black man sat behind a desk reading a bunch of papers on his desk. When the bell over the door rang as I came in, he looked up at me with a scowl on his face. His bald head reflected the naked bulb hanging from a string above us.
“We’re closed,” he said then looked back down.
“I’m sorry to bug you, but I’m not from around here, and my car broke down just outside of town.”
“Not my problem.” He didn’t even look up.
“Can you please help me?”
“Come back tomorrow, and I’ll see what I can do.”
“I can’t leave it on the side of the road all night.”
“No, you can’t, but again, it’s not my problem.”
“What the fuck is your problem?”
Instantly, I regretted snapping at him as he stood up. He examined me closely, as if he was sizing me up. I smiled, trying to look as cute as possible while still being serious. Jerome didn’t appear to be the type of man who liked to fuck around. His bulky frame towered over me. I briefly thought about taking off and calling someone for help.
“Okay, I’ll pick it up after I finish up this paperwork, but I won’t be able to fix it for a few days.”
I sighed. “No way you could work on it tonight?”
“I’m closed. I’ve been working all day.”
“Couldn’t you make an exception for me?”
Is he interested in me at all? I felt sorry for him losing his wife, but what really had me curious was the fact he was so racially different than me. It wasn’t too taboo to date a black man in the twenty first century, but I’d never been with one before. I reached out and put my pale white hand on his bare forearm. He glanced down at my hand then back into my eyes.
“You ask for a lot, young lady.”
“I’m worth a lot. Trust me.”
Neither of us wanted to say the words, but we both understood I was offering to pleasure him if he got my car done by the morning. The longer I waited to get it fixed, the higher the chance I would just go back to Maine a defeated woman. Steven and Maryanne would both love to know I’d failed at trying to leave and live on my own.
“I could also help with your paperwork.”
Does he really understand what I’m offering? Is he not into hot white chicks?
“I could use some help. I’m behind.”
“No problem. I’m good with numbers … and other things.”
He looked my body up and down, taking in every curve and patch of bare skin.
“Okay. Where’s the car?”
“Really?” I smiled and clapped my hands together. “It’s down the road. To the East. I was driving into town from Maine.”
“From Maine, huh? What did the car do?”
“The old man who gave me a ride said it was probably the radiator or a hose or something.”
“Pancake smell?”
“Yeah, exactly.”
He nodded his head up and down. “Wait here. I’ll be back in a bit. Is it front wheel drive?”
“I don’t know. Do you want me to start
“Is this guy a good mechanic?” I asked.
“Jerome? Yeah. He’s a good guy.”
“You think he’ll be able to fix my car tonight or by tomorrow?”
“I can’t say. He’s been through a lot lately.”
“Yeah?”
“His wife died about a year ago. He’s not been right since.”
I stared out the window in silence. Thoughts of Steven Cary popped into my mind. He had betrayed my trust by sleeping with my best friend and not telling me, but all the same, I wondered if I was making a mistake by running away from him and going to California. A few minutes after he picked me up, the old man pulled into a small auto repair shop. The lights were still on inside.
“It looks like he’s still here,” I said excitedly.
“Are you okay from here? I have to get going.”
“Yeah, thanks again.”
After I got out of the truck, I breathed deeply, trying to get some fresh air. He nodded his head at me then pulled away. I turned and walked into the lobby next to the garage. A tall black man sat behind a desk reading a bunch of papers on his desk. When the bell over the door rang as I came in, he looked up at me with a scowl on his face. His bald head reflected the naked bulb hanging from a string above us.
“We’re closed,” he said then looked back down.
“I’m sorry to bug you, but I’m not from around here, and my car broke down just outside of town.”
“Not my problem.” He didn’t even look up.
“Can you please help me?”
“Come back tomorrow, and I’ll see what I can do.”
“I can’t leave it on the side of the road all night.”
“No, you can’t, but again, it’s not my problem.”
“What the fuck is your problem?”
Instantly, I regretted snapping at him as he stood up. He examined me closely, as if he was sizing me up. I smiled, trying to look as cute as possible while still being serious. Jerome didn’t appear to be the type of man who liked to fuck around. His bulky frame towered over me. I briefly thought about taking off and calling someone for help.
“Okay, I’ll pick it up after I finish up this paperwork, but I won’t be able to fix it for a few days.”
I sighed. “No way you could work on it tonight?”
“I’m closed. I’ve been working all day.”
“Couldn’t you make an exception for me?”
Is he interested in me at all? I felt sorry for him losing his wife, but what really had me curious was the fact he was so racially different than me. It wasn’t too taboo to date a black man in the twenty first century, but I’d never been with one before. I reached out and put my pale white hand on his bare forearm. He glanced down at my hand then back into my eyes.
“You ask for a lot, young lady.”
“I’m worth a lot. Trust me.”
Neither of us wanted to say the words, but we both understood I was offering to pleasure him if he got my car done by the morning. The longer I waited to get it fixed, the higher the chance I would just go back to Maine a defeated woman. Steven and Maryanne would both love to know I’d failed at trying to leave and live on my own.
“I could also help with your paperwork.”
Does he really understand what I’m offering? Is he not into hot white chicks?
“I could use some help. I’m behind.”
“No problem. I’m good with numbers … and other things.”
He looked my body up and down, taking in every curve and patch of bare skin.
“Okay. Where’s the car?”
“Really?” I smiled and clapped my hands together. “It’s down the road. To the East. I was driving into town from Maine.”
“From Maine, huh? What did the car do?”
“The old man who gave me a ride said it was probably the radiator or a hose or something.”
“Pancake smell?”
“Yeah, exactly.”
He nodded his head up and down. “Wait here. I’ll be back in a bit. Is it front wheel drive?”
“I don’t know. Do you want me to start