“That’s not a bathing suit, those are scraps of a bathing suit that someone shredded.” It’s beautiful out, so I’m going to lie out by the pool for an hour or two before starting to write.” “What the hell are you wearing?” I finally growled. Her ample tits were perky as all fuck and the little bikini top barely covered her areolas.

Gia was standing next to the car wearing a yellow bikini and holding what looked like two glasses of iced tea. I couldn’t even attempt to hide the way I leered. My head was still spinning from my conversation with my mother, and I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to spend time with Gia.Ībout a half-hour into my fake repair, I felt a tap at my leg so I climbed out from under the car. I just wanted to head off her inviting me to stay or anything. But the truth was, the crew wasn’t working on Saturday. I’d told her I’d come to pay my bet debt and needed to get started so I could head over to the construction site at one of my properties. Luckily, the combo of serious shit I talked about with my mother this morning and whacking off seemed to keep me from embarrassing myself when she answered the door groggy eyed, wearing a skimpy pair of shorts and a tank top with no fucking bra on.

I’d knocked on the door and gotten Gia’s keys, feigning that they were necessary to fix the brakes and tire. Anything that had to do with this woman wound up being a little fucking nutty for some reason.īut here I was, with a Nissan jacked up in the air while I lay beneath it listening to music and pretending to do shit. The car I’d repaired and then lost a bet to have a reason to do the repairs I’d already done. While I ignored my mother’s suggestion of taking Gia to breakfast, I decided to use the day to pretend to fix Gia’s car-the car I’d already fixed and never told her about. I was fake repairing a car…this was a first.

Rebel Heir by Vi Keeland