Body Shop Bad Boys
Sourcebooks Publishing
He's always had a way with the ladies
She won't give him the time of day
Sparks fly when two hearts in motion collide.
Florist Joey Reeves is working overtime to stay away from Lou Cortez, the ace mechanic with a reputation for irresistible charm. She's a single mom with enough on her plate—the last thing she needs is entanglement with the hottest guy in town…
"Well, hello there."
Joey glanced up and froze. The man who'd been haunting her sleep looked even better in the hard light of day.
"H-hello." She coughed. The guys who worked at Webster's Garage all looked larger than life, covered in tattoos, muscles, and that indefinable sense of danger they wore like a second skin. But this guy, the tall, Latin lover with dark-brown eyes and lips made for kissing, had ensnared her.
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Excerpt:
Ten minutes and a
text later, Joey drove to Becky’s house and planned to indulge in some girl
time. Maybe Becky could help her understand her fascination for Lou.
She arrived at
Becky’s soon enough. Her friend shared a condo with a teacher friend. As Joey
entered, said teacher left with a smile.
“She’s got a date
tonight.” Becky motioned to the coffee table, laden with wine, crackers, and
cheese. “And apparently now so do I. Dig in.” Becky lowered her voice and said,
suggestively, “Welcome to my pad, sweetness. Boom chicka bow bow.”
Joey laughed. “Stop.
That only works when I’m the plumber or the delivery guy.”
Becky sighed. “Guess
I’ll have to save that for Trent, who’s out of town this weekend. How the hell
am I supposed to seduce him when he’s helping his grandmother move?”
“Aw, that’s so nice.”
“Nice ain’t sexy.
Gah.” Becky munched on a cracker. “But I’m excited to hang with you. I can’t
believe you finally got paroled. So Brandon the criminal is hanging with the
other hooligans, eh? Way to dodge that bullet, Joey.”
“Funny.” Joey paused.
“Ah, there’s one thing. I can’t stay past eight. I have a…date.”
Becky stared. “Not
with sexy Lou again.”
Joey’s silence
answered for her.
“Oh my God. Dinner
must have gone well the other night. Tell me.”
Joey swallowed. “He
was polite, charming. He looked amazing. He’s really built.” She flushed,
feeling that “built” inside her all over again. “We talked then walked after
dinner. He paid too. And he was so nice, so sweet. We held hands.”
“Romantic.” Becky
sighed.
And then last night he bent me over the flower table and
made me see stars. Yeah, romantic.
Becky hugged a pillow
to her chest, her expression dreamy until her eyes narrowed on Joey’s face.
“Why are you blushing so hard? I mean, your face is really pink.” Her eyes
widened. “Holy crap. You had sex with him, didn’t you?”
“N-no.” She cleared
her throat. “That’s a little personal, don’t you think?”
“Oh my God, you did.
You did! Joey Reeves got some lovin’. Hot damn. It’s about friggin’ time!”
Still feeling
overheated, Joey glanced up at her friend. “You can’t tell anyone.” She swore.
“I can’t believe it happened. It just…I’m still trying to process it.”
“What’s to process?
You fell for the magic in his man-wand.” Becky shrugged, as if it was no big
thing. “Happens to the best of us. Well, except for me and Trent the Boy
Scout,” she grumbled.
Joey was stuck on man-wand. “What did you call it?”
Becky burst out
laughing. “If you could see your face. Hey, you should hear half the things
they call it. Fuckstick, staff of life, lady’s lollipop. I could go on.”
“Please, don’t.” Joey
grimaced.
“I know, right? Man-wand is so much better.” Becky
paused. “Is it, Joey? Is it better?
Or did you lollipop him? You know, like what we in the know call it—the hand
and blow.”
Joey’s face
threatened to melt clean off. She had a feeling she could fry eggs on her
cheeks. “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation.”
“Me neither.” Becky
grinned. “You’re like beet-red right now. Or fire-engine red, maybe. Hey, did
you guys remember to wear a ‘raincoat’?” Becky snickered.
“Stop talking,
please.”
“Just tell me this.
Do you want to do it again? As in, was it any good? Tell me, and I’ll shut up.”
“It was amazing,
okay?” Joey growled. “So great I can’t stop thinking about doing it again. And
I don’t tend to do well with men and sex.”
“That’s because you
live like a nun in the Church of Reeves, presided over by Father Andrew and
Sister Amy. God, it’s a wonder you have a kid with all the guilt your parents
keep throwing on you. And after eight—”
“Nine.”
“—years you’d think
they’d let it go.”
“So maybe I was just
desperate. It was a one-shot deal, right?” So
why am I thinking of being with him again when I know it’s a mistake?
Becky shrugged and
ate more crackers and cheese. “I think you should be desperate again. If you
want him, have him. You have a right to be happy. Take joy in his man parts. Go
forth, just don’t prosper.”
Joey choked on a
laugh. “Yes, Mom.”
“Ouch.”
“Don’t worry. We were
safe.” Rather, he was safe. She’d
been so far gone she hadn’t thought about protection until it was almost too
late, which was just stupid. Granted, she wouldn’t have babies with Lou while
on birth control. But she could always chance a disease with an unknown. She’d
been so wrapped up in the moment, lost to her body’s needs.
But Lou had thought
ahead.
Which put his actions
in a different light. Had he expected to have sex with her?
“What’s that look?”
Becky asked.
“He was ready for it.
Us, I mean.”
Becky looked
confused.
“He was prepared.”
“Jesus, Joey. You can
say condom and not burn in hell. So
he was prepared. Good for him.”
“You think?”
“Who cares why he had
the condom? He had it, you had fun. And if you’re lucky, you’ll have more fun
tonight.” Becky poured herself some wine. “Have some for me, would you? Because
I’m clearly not getting any.” She cocked her head, considering something.
“Unless Will’s home.”
“Becky.”
Becky laughed. “Nah.
Will’s in Italy this month.” She chuckled. “Kidding, kidding. I’m wanting
Trent. I am. Really.”
They laughed some
more, and when Joey excused herself for the bathroom, a new text popped up. Lou
had decided on the place. An address in Rainier Valley, where he’d mentioned he
lived.
She didn’t know what
to think, so she took care of business and blanked her mind.
She returned to the
living room. “He invited me to his place.”
Becky blinked. “You
were gone maybe five minutes.”
“He just texted me.”
“So go.”
“To his place?”
“Why not? Is he rapey
or something?”
“No.” He’d been a
perfect gentleman since she’d known him. And even after sending her to heaven, twice, he’d ended their impromptu
session at the flower shop with a hug and by walking her to her car. “No. He’s
nice. Sexy. Too—”
“He’s exactly what
you need.” Becky nodded. “Give me your phone.”
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