Pull Me Closer

Wherever, whenever you need me, baby, I'm there.

Kami

I parked in the lot of the garage where Jett worked and stepped out, searching the premises for him. I didn't see him anywhere, but I did see many eyes on me.

I walked in and put my shades on top of my head, heading towards the reception counter. The guy at the counter looked up, surprised, and swallowed heavily, his excessively large Adam's apple bobbing.

"Hi, welcome to Kirk's, you having car trouble?" he asked with a nervous smile.

I shook my head and returned his smile warmly.

"No, actually I'm looking for Jett," I said, turning my head towards the partially opened door where I heard voices and metal on metal.

His brows fell over his eyes in a disappointed expression and he sighed in what sounded like defeat and resignation.

"Oh, you're one of Jett's girls," he muttered to himself, returning to whatever paperwork he had been doing when I walked in.

"Excuse me?"

He sighed and put his pen down, hitting me with a condescending face.

"Look, babe, you're not the first here 'looking for Jett' and you ain't gonna be the last. I can tell you exactly what's going to happen. I'm going to go tell Jett there's a girl here for him, he's going to come out, tell you not to bother him at work or anywhere else, then he'll go back to work and you'll go home and cry a little. You'll move on, and live your life, regretting the day that you had sex with Jett Skinner."

I gaped at him incredulously and a small hard laugh came out.

"Right, just tell Jett that Kami's here," I said cooly.

He sighed and shrugged in an 'I warned you' manner before walking into the back room.

As he was walking away he muttered something about the probabilities of Jett having a magic dick, causing me to chuckle.

A few seconds later, he came back, scratching his head as if confused and tipped his head in a 'follow me' gesture. I couldn't help but notice how he wouldn't meet my gaze, and it made me smile a little smugly.

I followed him to the back room where about a dozen guys in various states of undress were working on cars.

Not that I could blame them for the lack of clothing, it was hot as hell out here. I myself was wearing a cream crotchet crop top and light washed denim shorts.

I looked around, searching for Jett, and found him cranking something under the hood of a car with an intense expression on his face.

When he finished, he stood up and wiped his hand over his forehead, smudging some grease there to match his cheek, chest and abs. Even his jeans were covered in grease.

I let myself have a moment to appreciate a shirtless Jett in all his glory before getting his attention.

"Jett," I called about halfway to him, my lips curling up when he jumped in surprise. I ended up getting the attention of everyone in the room. Jett looked up and, to the obvious surprised of everyone around him, except for me, a smile took over his face.

"Hey tiger," he called back, walking over to me.

When he got close, I wrapped my arms around his waist for a hug.

He didn't return it, instead he chuckled and held his arms out to the side.

"Um, tiger, I'm lovin' the love, but I'm pretty sure I just got grease and sweat all over you," he said. He grabbed my biceps and pulled me back, after inspecting me for grease, he leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss on the nose.