Grant's POV
Damn, I'm exhausted. Today has been one of those fuckin' days, but at least I have a bright side. My beautiful flower is scheduled to come have a look-see now that we have the electrical, plumbin', and HVAC installed. I still gotta get my drywall guys in, but hey, at least we're on time; even more so if the weather continues to hold out. I had to push my contractors to get 'em lined up correctly, and havin' to deal with 'em bitchin' at each other all day as to who has what access to what space can be tryin' on my last damn nerve.
Michelle comes walkin' up the sidewalk from the admin buildin' to the new construction site, and every step makes my mouth water. I love Fridays. Why, you ask? 'Cause at this here company, like many others, it's casual Friday, which means Michelle is wearin' them fuckin' blue jeans. That ass is poured into those jeans just right. Makes me wanna smack it nice and strong. If I ever get to have her, she's gonna find my hand on her ass purty much all the time... shoppin' center, mall, library, hell, even standin' in line at the grocery. All the girls will be jealous, wantin' their asses smacked like hers. I picture her givin' me that little glare she gives from time to time when someone's a smartass with 'er, and then it changin' to a nice blush when she sees that I'll fuckin' do it again if she misbehaves. I love that blush; makes me think of other parts of her skin turnin' red. Not that I ever wanna hurt 'er, just enough to make it sting just right; just enough to make 'er purr. I bet she'd enjoy my ropes as well. Damn, seein' her all nice and tied up, swingin' in the air, just waitin' for whatever I wanna do to 'er. Ok, fuck. I gotta quit before I really embarrass myself. My cock is already strainin' against my damn jeans. Margaret Thatcher in a bikini, losin' a big bass, that time I walked in on my parents, Chess naked... ok. That did it. Fuck that was close.
"Hey there," Michelle says, tuckin' a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear. She has some of it, just on top, dyed a deep blood red. It looks fuckin' good on 'er.
"Well hey there, beautiful lady. Are ya ready to take a look around?" I say back her way, checkin' to see if my words had any kind of negative effect on 'er. She grinned up at me and nodded, a slight blush paintin' her cheeks. Fuck. yeah. I mentally pump my fist in the air. "Aight, let's head over thisaway and go through the progress."
As I walked her around, I couldn't help but see her glancin' my direction but redirectin' 'er eyes every time I turned my head. It was a cute game of cat n' mouse we were playin', and I was enjoyin' every damn minute of it. I heard a ping and looked to see her lookin' down at 'er phone.
"Do you mind if I take this? It's my son," she asked, scrollin' through her messages. I smiled and nodded her way to say it was fine. She stepped a little ways from me, but it was still purty easy fer me to hear her side of the conversation.
"Hey baby. Having a good day so far? Yeah. No, well. I can't let you take the car tonight, love. Well, 'cause it was acting funny on me today. No, I have no idea, but with you not having quite the driving experience needed, I don't wanna worry about it happening while you are out and something happening to you. Yeah, I know, it sucks. Sorry, love. I just don't have the contacts I used to have here, so I just dunno where to take it just yet. Yeah, I know. I'll make a few calls later and see what I can do. I love you too, baby. I'll see you later."
She turns to me, "Sorry. I'm having car troubles, and my son is not all that happy about not being able to drive to the gym later." She smiles, though it doesn't reach her eyes.
A light goes off in my head, and I'm seein' everythin' fall together perfectly. "I have a buddy of mine, actually my other best friend, that loves cars. It's one of his hobbies. He pulls 'em apart and then puts 'em back together. He's damn good. I'm sure he'd be happy to take a look if ya want?" I told her, very hopeful she'll say yes. Her eyebrows shoot up. I know she wants to say yes, but I can see those wheels turnin' in 'er head. "Now don't you worry that purty head o' yers 'bout botherin' 'em now. He'd be happy to take a look. He really enjoys a good car challenge." I continue, hopin' to push past her doubts.
Laughin' at bein' caught tryin' to say no, she shakes her head. "Well, if you really don't think he'd mind, I guess so. I just don't wanna put anyone out. It's just, my grandfather used to take care of these things, and when he couldn't do it any longer due to arthritis in his hands, he had a buddy that owned a car shop near here. Sadly, he passed away a few years ago, so I just don't have any mechanics I can trust. I hate going to new ones because inevitably, they try to either price gouge me or tell me there are five things wrong with my car that are totally untrue," she says, rollin' her eyes.
I hate thinkin' anyone would take advantage of 'er, even though I know it happens. I am a businessman. I get it. You need to make money, but damn, I'd never treat my customers thataway. That's just shitty business. Even if I take a little bit of a loss, I'd rather do that and sleep at night than to screw over my customers.
"Nah, he'd love it. Lemme give him a call, and I'll set it up. Can I get yer number and address? I can bring 'em out tamara mornin'." She hands me her card after writin' her address and personal cell number on the back. I take it and walk away, noddin' at her a little goodbye, and take out my phone.
"Hey bud. Whatsup?" Sammy answers.
"Yo. I need a favor from ya, man." I reply.
"Anytime, bud. Whatcha got?" he said.
"I got a client that's havin' some trouble with 'er truck. She's got a Nissan Armada that's givin' 'er problems, but she ain't got a mechanic she trusts. I'd like to help 'er out, man. She's a sweety, and I'd hate to see 'er screwed over by those mechanic jackasses nearby. Man, they gotta rep, ya know?"
"Yeah, yeah. I get it. I'd be happy to. When does she want me to help?"
"We can go out there tamara 'round 9, if'n ya good with that."
"Sounds good, man," Sammy replies, completely oblivious to my plans.
"Aight. See ya." I hang up before he can change his mind.
Immediately, I call Trent. "Yo Fucker."
"Yeah," he says.
"Man, I got it all worked out," I said.
"What are you talkin' about, man?" he asked.
Smilin' widely, I reply. "Man, I got Sammy goin' with us tamara mornin' to Michelle's house to meet 'er."
"You're fuckin' with me," he says. I can hear the grin on his face.
"Yeah, bud. She's got car troubles, so it's the perfect in fer us. Let's just hope he sees what we do." I reply.
"Right. If he doesn't, we're fuckin' screwed, man, 'cause she's already all up in my head."
We talk a bit more 'bout Michelle and then the plans for the rest of the evenin' before I'm enterin' our house for the night. I go to sleep that night with Michelle on my mind and dream of her sweet body under me while I'm doin' very naughty things to her all night long.
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So I know that Grant is country as fuck but what do you guys think. This is actually the way my fiance speaks so I'm trying to channel his red neck ass. And before you ask, yep... he's a big guy. 6'5" 310lbs. Construction and Oil field worker. Damn I'm lucky. :-)
If you're lucky like me, tell me about your other half... or at least your crush if you have one.
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