Finding Her Home

Ch. 9

Cole stood frozen, unable to make his legs move. The look on her face broke him, hurt and disappointment flashed in her wide orbs but not surprise. Like she was used to seeing her man fall into the arms of another woman. 

But that wasn't the case, Rebecca ambushed him. She came in earlier that day needing an oil change. Rick, one of his new hires looked under the hood and found a duct taped, leaking mess. Cole had no choice but to start working on it immediately. Rebecca never allowed anyone to do major repairs on her vehicle, always insisting on Cole. 

She was always a handful, Cole and her had dated back in school before he left the country with the Marines. By the time he got back from his first two year stint in Afghanistan she was hitched to a high priced real estate agent from the next town over. 

He never got to stay home long, he was gone in a blink to another war zone, after his third tour he decided it was finally time to retire. When he settled back home and took over the garage he heard that the real estate agents luck and bank account dried up and Rebecca left him three months later, moving back to town trying to find the next man to sink her claws into. 

She's jumped around a bit since then, now with her sights set on Cole. He was bent over, under the hood of her Mazda when he felt her hands glide sickeningly across his back. 

"Howdy stranger," she drawled,  righting himself, he turned to look at her. She was a tall woman, coming to just below his nose. He noticed her absurdly short shorts and her low cut top. Internally rolling his eyes at her need to show so much skin, her fake tan causing her to look more like a Cheeto than the sun kissed model she was aiming for. 

"Hello Rebecca, looks like its your cylinder and head gasket plus the alternator, so it might be a few days till you get it back completely fixed." Walking around her, he headed straight to his office in high hopes to shut the door and shut her out. 

But no such luck, "maybe you can be my new means of transportation then?" she questioned with a wink. Getting up on her tiptoes she whispered, "from what I remember you were fun to ride." Cole shivered, but not in delight like Rebecca smugly thought. "Back off" he grunts, turning on his heels and marching across the garage. Trying to look busy so she'd leave him alone. 

Glancing over, he notes her sitting with slim legs crossed in the make-shift waiting room next to his office, knowing full-well she was not going anywhere. He tried to get as much done as possible, hoping that he could get Rebecca's vehicle fixed up and send her on her way. But luck just didn't seem to be swinging his way today. 

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Filing the last bit of paperwork before he closed up shop. Cole turned, ready to head home and shower before before his much awaited date with Luna. But Rebecca was blocking his path. He was already running extremely late and he didn't have a bit of time or patience for the likes of this woman tonight, and he told her as such. 

Chuckling she jumped up on his desk, settling her thighs around him. "You always have time for me sugar" she rasped, batting her lashes in an unsuccessfully seductive manner. "We need to discuss payment for all the hard work you've done today. I can think of a few ideas we can both enjoy." her manicured finger running up and down his chest. 

He was sick of this act of hers, so desperate to find a man to line her pockets that she would degrade herself in such away. He put his hand on her knee to push her away, the tongue lashing about to spew from his lips when a loud BANG echoed right outside his office door, he could see parts scattered everywhere. 

But then he noticed the shapely legs that they surrounded, he followed those legs up to navy encased hips. The rap around dress hugging her body in a way that made his manhood pulse. Then finally his gaze finally rested on her beautiful face, broken with eyes full of unshed tears. 

He barely heard Rebecca retch out a hateful comment, he watched her turn around and break for the door. She was in her car, pealing out of the parking lot with a squeal of her tires before he could stop her.