me over the car as I poured the new oil. Lucas stood behind me, his hands on my arms as he guided me. He stood so close; close enough that he was touching my back and when he had to adjust himself, I noticed. Glancing back over my shoulder, I gave him an innocent, wide-eyed look as I secured the oil cap back into place. “Am I doing a good job?” I said. My ass was wedged up against him, and I smiled sweetly. “I just want to be sure I’m pleasing you.” Across the garage, Manson snickered at my words. “She’s trying to wrap you around her little finger, Lucas.” But Lucas was looking at me as if I’d
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