California Nights: Rich Boys of California Duet

They didn’t do it for me anyway. They just did what was expected. Like someone had handed them a spreadsheet on what rich people did for their kids.

They ticked off the boxes but that was it.

They were too busy working to bother taking the time to ask me if I’d wanted a car, let alone what kind.

So I scraped and saved and got myself… The Blue Banger.

I patted the dash affectionately and turned him on, pulling out into traffic. My apartment was dirt cheap and far from campus. About thirty-five minutes to be exact. But I was early. I had plenty of time to find parking and walk my paper up to the Sociology building. Plus, it was after rush hour so I wasn’t too worried.

Not until I heard the sound.

The click clack clunking sound.

Oh no.

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!

Oh YES.

The Blue Banger abruptly rolled to a halt. And stopped. In the middle of the street.

Car horns blared as they lined up behind me. I tried to stay calm but ended up frantically waving my hands in the air, signaling people to go around me. Finally there was a break in traffic, so I grabbed my bag and ran to the curb to call my insurance.

It was ten minutes before the tow truck showed up.

By the time the guy rolled up, I was semi-hysterical and trying desperately not to cry. I now had less than an hour to make it to Professor Candel’s office. I forced myself to stop wringing my hands and turned to face the tow truck driver.

Who just happened to be the best looking guy I had ever laid eyes on.

Oh.

My.

God.

Tall, lean and built like an athlete, the guy had green eyes and dark hair. His tight jeans were ripped and covered with grease. His tank top was so tight it should have been illegal.

His pecs were bigger than mine, and since I was a double D, that was saying a lot.

My jaw must have been open because he just stared at me, looking dumbfounded. Then he raised his eyebrows.

“That yours?”

I nodded slowly.

Dear heaven above, sex on wheels had just arrived to save the day. And of course, I had nothing to say to him. Smooth Frannie. Just like usual.

“You okay?”

I nodded mutely.

Not surprisingly I was utterly tongue tied. Especially around a man like him. I wasn’t known for being smooth with the guys, that was for sure.

Who was I kidding? I’d never even SEEN a man like him.

He didn’t seem to notice though. He just shook his head and grabbed a few flares from the back of his truck, marking out an area for drivers to avoid. Then he held out his hand.

Did he want… a tip?

Again, he just raised his eyebrows.

“Your keys?”

I exhaled and handed them over. I watched in awe as he single handedly pushed my car out of the road. His muscles bulged out from the effort.

Dear Lord.

The man’s muscles had muscles.

I reached into my purse to surreptitiously reapply my lip gloss.

Chapter Forty-Nine

Jace

The gorgeous girl was staring at me while I hooked her car up to my truck. I expected her to be on her phone bitching to her boyfriend by now. Or making fun of the grease monkey.

But she just stared.

She looked fucking damn good doing it too.

No man, she looks great. The kind of girl that is way too good for you.

Gorgeous red hair, big soft golden eyes, and a face that was almost too pretty. Never mind every thing that was going on below her neck.

And there was A LOT going on down there.

Big luscious tits, a tiny waist and juicy feminine as fuck hips. Legs looked good too.

Fuck man, everything on this chick looked good.

Too good.

She looked like a God damn cartoon character. She looked good enough to eat. She looked like the one damn thing that could get my mind off of Mariah.

I shook my head. I knew the type. Car might be beat up but she oozed money. Rich college girl probably. Had a dozen guys at her beck and call. Her daddy was on speed dial probably.

And daddy’s money was going to pay for my tow.

I sighed, knowing I should probably double the price of the tow and whatever I did for her back at the shop. Fuck, I knew she could afford it. The girl just screamed money.

And that was something I avoided like the plague.

Rich girls were definitely not my scene. I didn’t do drama and I didn’t do high maintenance. But, christ, this girl could make me change my mind in a heart beat.

That’s as if a high class chick like her would ever give me the time of day. Which I doubted. My cock was definitely screaming at me to make a play, anyway.

I stood up, wiping my hands on my jeans.