“I see why you said she wouldn’t be easy to replace.” The wheels in my head begin to turn. Lane Parker was tall, curvy, and tattooed. We’d tried to hire women of all shades, shapes, and sizes for the Mahoney Mechanics shoot. Without Lane, we've lost a lot of our diversity. I didn’t want that.
“Maybe we can have a friend fill in?” Ollie says.
“You have someone in mind?”
He grins. “I do.” His face turns as bright as his auburn hair. “But I don’t know if you’ll like it.”
“What? Why not?”
“Liv.”
The thought of her draped over a car makes my dick go insta hard. I can see his point. She’s got a half sleeve and the same body type, so she’ll fit the clothes wardrobe gathered. I’m not a fan of men jerking it to her picture, but I’m a little desperate to get in time with her. She hasn’t been actively avoiding me, but things aren’t where they used to be.
“I’ll call her,” I say.
“You will?” Ollie asks incredulously.
“If you didn’t think I was going to say yes, why ask?”
“Because we’re desperate, and I think she’d be an excellent replacement,” Ollie says.
“I agree. Now let’s see if I can get her to do it.”
“All you have to do is say we’re in a bind, and she’ll be here with bells on. I’ve never met a girl so down for someone who wasn’t her old man.” Ollie shakes his head.
I’m trying to change that.
I grab my cellphone and walk away from the noise of the garage.
“Hey, everything okay?” Liv asks sounded winded.
“Yeah, did I catch you at a bad time?”
“I was just getting out of the shower. Today’s my day off.”
“Good.” I lick my lips imaging her smooth skin glistening with droplets of water. “I need a favor. I had a model bail on the photo shoot we have going today. You’re the same build and description.”
“You want me to get in front of a camera? I’m not down with that, Hous.”
“We need the diversity. Please?”
She sighs. “What do I need to bring?”
“Your make-up and hair styling products. I know how picky you are about your hair. I don’t’ want you to kill the stylist.”
She laughs. “I’ve trained you well.”
“You have. Does this mean you’ll do it?”
She sighs. “Yes, but I’m calling Efia. If I let anyone else touch my face when I could’ve asked her first, she’ll never forgive me. What time do you need me there?”
“Around one o’clock.”
“At the shop?” she asks.
“Yeah, we’re using the cars here.”
“See you then. You owe me big for this one.”