In the Gray Read Online B.B. Reid

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I closed the messages without responding because I never did unless I wanted some pussy and left my office to start my day.

Downstairs, some of the guys working today had already arrived and were in the workshop finishing up whatever repairs were scheduled to be completed today while Atlas was at the doors, unlocking them for the handful of customers already waiting outside.

Saturdays were by appointment only for same-day services since we were only open for three hours, so most of the people we’d see today would either be dropping off or picking up their car.

I currently had three open tickets and Donny’s Caddy to finish customizing, but I still found myself in the lobby, leaning against the snack bar and not even bothering to pretend I wasn’t watching Atlas.

This girl had me in a chokehold and the longer I went without air, the less I needed it. I only wanted to be near her, whatever it cost me.

The fact that her back was turned, but she still knew I was close by, made it all the sweeter. It was evident in the way she kept turning her head as if to look over her shoulder, only to remember she hated me and stopped herself.

She still hadn’t thanked me for fixing her car, but I hadn’t expected her to since I was the reason she’d needed new tires in the first place. I’d taken the keys out of her purse after I’d hogtied her ass and thrown her in my trunk. I’d already regretted slashing her tires even before she kicked my ass all over the motel parking lot.

Eventually, I got a little hungry watching Atlas, so I rounded the bar and was perusing my options when I felt her presence at my back a second before her body wash reached me.

Atlas always smelled like oranges and vanilla, making me want to pour some Patrón all over her body and get drunk off her ass. It didn’t help that I’d already sampled her pussy and knew she tasted just as good as she smelled—like a fucking dream.

Without turning to confirm it was her, I said, “How can I help you, my little Dreamsicle?”

I turned around in time to see her pause before pursing her lips and pretending she hadn’t heard my new pet name for her. “There’s a customer here whose trunk won’t close and would like it fixed today.”

“Does she have an appointment?”

“No. I told her she’d have to come back on Monday, but she said her car was serviced here last week, and she believes the mechanic who performed the repairs damaged the latch. She doesn’t want to wait.”

I didn’t respond, simply jerked my chin toward the lobby, where the fuming woman waited for her return. Atlas paused, and I could see her reconsidering her decision to ask for my help.

“Be nice,” she ordered as if she were my boss instead of the other way around.

I chuckled under my breath while admiring the natural sway of Atlas’s hips and the way her round ass bounced as I followed her back to reception like a dog sniffing after his favorite toy.

“This is Naomi Irving,” Atlas introduced. “Ms. Irving, this is my boss, Rowdy. He’s one of the owners.”

“It’s Mrs. Irving, sweetie.” The customer looked Atlas up and down like she thought she was above her because some dumb fool who probably had a weak chin and a weaker stroke married her ass.

Atlas, the consummate professional, forced a smile. “My apologies, ma’am.”

Coming to stand behind Atlas, I placed my hands on her shoulders and gave them a reassuring squeeze before speaking to the customer over her head. “How can we help you, Mrs. Irksome?”

“Irving.” I just stared at her, waiting for her to tell me what her problem was before I lost my patience. She huffed when she realized I wasn’t going to kiss her ass and said, “As I told your little secretary…” I felt Atlas tense underneath me when Irksome shot her another look of disdain. “I—

“Nah. Let me stop you right there. Whatever your issue is, Atlas didn’t cause it. She’s actually trying to help your rude ass, so before you utter another syllable, I need you to apologize right fucking now or get the fuck out of my establishment.”

Irksome made a sound like a Chihuahua after you kicked it while literally clutching the string of pearls around her neck. I narrowed my gaze on the necklace, imagining Atlas wearing them and nothing else while I ate her pretty pussy until she creamed. “Is this how you treat your customers?”

“Only the annoying ones.”

“Wow. Way to lose a customer. I’ll be taking my business elsewhere from now on.” She snatched her purse off the counter and stormed out of the door.

Once the door slammed shut behind her, I immediately pushed forward and flipped open Mrs. Irving’s file lying on the counter in front of Atlas.


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