"Yeah, I was."

Thinking that a girl would not ask a direct question like that unless it might be leading somewhere you decide to be honest with her.

"Yeah, I was," you answer, looking her in the eyes -- well, sunglasses technically, but you could still see those grey orbs in in your mind.

Apparently she likes your answer because her smile grew as she turned back to concentrating on the road. "You're honest, I like that," she notes. "Honestly, I kind of like what I see too. So maybe after I take care of your car, you can take care of me?"

You cannot believe your luck having this incredible hot girl come on to you.

"It's a date," you reply.

"A date you say," she laughs. "It gets better for me doesn't it? I was just gonna have sex with ya but the thought that you're such a sweetie kinda make me want to let you show me a good time before I show you a good time. Alright, it's a date but first let me get your car fixed."

She pulls up behind your car.

You watch as Holly pulls a jack from the back of the cab and sets to work on your car. As she jacks it up, the effort causes her to sweat ever so slightly, a thin sheen of perspiration covering her skin in a way you find incredibly sexy.

"Like what you see?" Holly asks, looking at you as she continue to jack up your car.

"Very much so," you answer. "You're very hot!"

Hearing that, she moves and starts working the jack in such a way that you can see down her shirt. "Good. I just want to take you right here but good things come to those who wait, right?" she laughs, throwing her head back. While she works to take the tire off, she continues to do so it such a way to show off her body.

You cannot believe a girl could be so erotic without taking off one bit of clothes!

As Holly rolls the shredded tire away, she looks at the exposed axle and suddenly becomes serious. Getting down on the ground on her back, she pulls herself under the car and fiddles with it for a minute before standing back up, a frown on her face.

"Not good?" you ask.

"Well, you want the bad news or the good news?" she says dusting herself off.

"Bad first," you reply.

Nodding, she answers, "Well, your bearings are fucked. Gonna have to be replaced and I don't have that type at my shop. That means you're stuck here for two days at least while I have them shipped to me." As she's delivering the bad news, however, she's smiling and you can't help but smile back at the implication.

"And the good news?" you ask already knowing.

"You're stuck here with me," she answers mischievously. "Come on, help me get your car loaded and we can go back to my place."

For once in your life you hope a part does not get here too fast.

After you help her load your car, the two of you chat -- generally getting to know each other -- and before long you pull into her shop's driveway.

You look around.