A Constant Reminder

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Authors: Lolah Lace
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Adam guy was really pressing his luck she thought. She had given him the number already.
    “I mean for like a movie and dinner.”
    Roxanne smiled seductively and flipped her silky hair off her shoulder.
    “Maybe you should give me a call first, one step at a time, speedy. We can work out the other stuff later.”
    “Okay whatever you want to do. I’m all in.”
    Did he just say that? She wanted to see him with his shirt off. She was unsuccessfully trying to push that thought out of her mind.
    “The oil change is free. I got you covered. You don’t owe me anything. I don’t expect anything in return.”
    “Thanks.” Roxanne knew plenty of guys that spent money on a woman and just assumed that meant the woman owed them sex. For some reason she didn’t get that vibe from Adam. She didn’t know him but still there was something that was different about him, something captivating and something dangerous in the fun way.
    Roxanne felt the desire to leave him. She could imagine herself going too far with him. He had swag for a white guy. He was sucking up her air with his easygoing charm. She walked over to her open car door. Adam followed closely maybe he didn’t know any other way to follow.
    “So Adam, how many free oil changes do you give out on a day to day basis?”
    Roxanne got in her car and sat in the drivers seat. She was worried that this was a part of his modus operandi. She wished she could take the question back. Sure she really wanted to know but maybe she was being a bitch.
    Adam snuck a peek at her legs as her skirt glided up her dark bronzed thigh. Roxanne didn’t move her skirt. She was going to give him a show. Her boldness tickled her.
    “None. I haven’t given out any free oil changes and if you were wondering, I’ve never asked any woman for her phone number while I was at work either.”
    Adam closed her car door and leaned into her driver’s window. His suave and defined movements made Roxanne think he might kiss her.
    “Buckle up, drive safely.”
    “I will.”
    Adam looked in the backseat and noticed the baby doll buckled into the back seat. She has a kid he thought. He wondered how many?
    Roxanne buckled her seatbelt. She looked out her window at him. He was far beyond handsome. He would look damn good in a three-piece suit. He had the body for it. That was for sure.
    “Let me get the door.”
    Adam jogged over to the garage door and slapped the open button with one hand. As the front garage door opened Roxanne pulled forward and out of the garage. She waved as she drove away. She thought this encounter was sweet. Even if he never called, he made her feel attractive.
     
     
     

CHAPTER 10
     
    Roxanne and Adam exchanged texts and talked on the phone for two weeks before they were able to go out on a date. Roxanne was always cautious. She had good reason to be. Her past had dictated her future and she was okay with that.
    She always talked to guys over the phone for long periods of time to try to gage their personalities. She checked for words or stories that indicated they had violent tendencies. She couldn’t find anything wrong with Adam. He was mannish at times but he was truly a gentleman from what she could tell.
    During their phone conversations he never asked her for sex, he never asked her for nude pictures, he never offered to send her pictures of his penis. He was a winner in her strict rulebook.
    Adam wanted to see her right away but Roxanne wanted to move at a slower pace. She was afraid that seeing him would surely make her submit to his will. Adam was a grown man. He clearly wanted her in his bed. She wasn’t too naive to think otherwise. She wasn’t naive enough to know that he could make that happen. She was just afraid she would end up there sooner than she planned.
    Roxanne couldn’t understand why he worked at the garage. Adam was smart. She could tell that from their endless phone conversations.
    Why wasn’t he doing anything more than changing oil? It was

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