Diane (The Town of Pearl 6)

Ten minutes later the Jeep was lifted and the new tire still attached to the back of the jeep.

She was feeling cold, shivering from the rain, and also feeling scared to be out here all alone, especially as she thought about the two men who tried feeling her up. And to think that Ina thought Diane would have left with them.

She was feeling angry when suddenly she saw headlights heading her way.

It was a car, maybe a sports car, but she couldn’t tell as the rain continued to come down hard.

The person got out and it was a man. A very tall man and she felt her chests tighten.

Shit, shit, shit.

“Diane?”

She swung her head up to look and nearly fell over at the sight of Mark Santos. “What the hell are you doing out this late at night?” He asked, approaching swiftly as the rain began to pick up.

“Hey, well, I kind of had a flat tire.”

“I can see that. Damn, you’re drenched. Get back into the Jeep and I’ll take care of this,” he told her as he pulled off his jacket, a raincoat-like designer thing and placed it over her shoulders.

“No, it’s okay. I got it. I’m almost done,” she said as she stood up.

His eyes seemed to zero in on her chest, and she turned away and looked down. Son of a bitch, the dress is now see-through and my nipples are hard as could be. Of course they are. Of all the freaking people to pull up when I’m drenched with a see-through dress it has to be one of the men I lust for. Fuck.

She felt the jacket go over her shoulders.

“Get into the Jeep now,” he said in a tone that meant business.

She turned toward him, looking straight up into his dark eyes as the rain dripped from his crew cut hair, over his firm, distinguished-looking nose, sexy lips, and muscular jaw. His brown eyes looked amazing.

“Now, Diane,” he said, teeth clenched.

Why the hell is he angry? I’m the one with the flat tire.

She swallowed hard and began to turn toward the driver side wondering how she was supposed to get in with the jack still up when she heard the tire bounce. Like some muscle man he had the tire off the back of the Jeep and then took the flat tire and placed it into the back of the Jeep. She watched his muscles flex, his large hands still appearing big even against the thick all-weather tire. Her pussy clenched, her nipples hardened, and she shivered but wouldn’t get into the Jeep. He lowered the jack after he added the lug nuts back to the tire. He placed the things back into the Jeep and she opened the Jeep door.

He approached, drenched and looking sexier than any fantasy she ever had. His white button-down shirt was see-through, too. She had no idea he had a tattoo on his shoulder and chest.

She pulled off his jacket and handed it to him.

“Sorry it’s all wet. Thank you so much for helping me.”

He leaned into the Jeep, his hands braced on the upper part of the doorframe.

He looked into her eyes and then down at her legs and again toward her chest. She covered herself with her arm.

“What are you doing out this late?” he asked her.

“I was in Keanter with friends.”

“Until after one o’clock in the morning, and all alone?”

“I was with them.”

“Where are they now?”

“Back at the dance hall.”

“Doing what?”