A Matter Of Trust

Untitled Part 2

“Excuse me,” he said. But the voice kept on humming to the music.

“Excuse me,” he repeated raising his voice.

The music switched to John Coltrane, it seemed the sound of jazz just got louder. He prodded the boot with his shoe.

“What?” A voice shouted from beneath the truck. The annoyance evident in the tone; however, he could hardly hear for the music.

“I’d like to ask someone about my bike.”

“Ask away.” A curse was muttered when the bang of a dropped tool echoed.

“Do you think you could come out from beneath there so we could talk?” he asked rubbing his fore head. He had the beginnings of a headache and this wasn’t helping.

“Sorry, bud, I’m too busy fixing this, trouble with these new vehicles is people don’t take care of them like they used to, without thought they expect the trusty mechanic, like me, to sort out their mistakes.” He heard a bang and then the blurting out of another curse.

“Where’s the proprietor.”

“Busy.”

“Is Matt here?”

“Day off.”

Oh for fuck’s sake, this was ridiculous. Tyler stamped over to the radio switching it off.

“Hey, turn it back on.”

“Listen, mate, would it be too much to ask you to come out from beneath there so I can talk to you face to face?”

Directly the creeper came shooting out from under the car.

“I am not your mate.”

Well, well, if it wasn’t the blonde bombshell with the turquoise eyes, although her face was covered with grease and her hair was covered over with a beanie hat.

Oh boy, it was her.

“You work here?” he asked remembering to shut his mouth.

“No, I’m a hallucination,” she spoke as she walked toward the office. He went after her, she was clad in oily overalls still it was quite clear the body beneath was purely feminine. He watched every curvy inch of it.

It wasn’t often Tyler was at a loss for words although at the moment he was speechless as he followed her. She walked around her desk and sat in the chair, he stopped. The spanner she’d had been holding was thunked down unceremoniously onto the desk…a precise, tidy desk like everything in this place…organized.

Her full virtually pouting lips were unpainted making them seem sexier than they should be for someone who’d just pulled herself from beneath a car. The scent of roses his senses had picked up was from her, he now realized as he got a whiff of the air where she’d passed.

“You’re the mechanic here?”

“No, I’ve already told you I’m a hallucination.” She spread her arms. “Not here.”

The sarcasm was loud and clear.

“You do…interesting work for a—”

“A woman.” She arched her eyebrows, widening those sexy eyes so when they darkened in his direction flecks of deep sea blue flashed.

“Is the owner about?” he asked not really knowing what else to say. There were times when Tyler knew to keep his mouth shut and now was one of them, if her expression was anything to go by.

“You’re looking at her.” A smug satisfied smile crossed her lips and he spilled a groan inwardly.

Way to go, bud.