Mackenzie reluctantly lets Brandon stay

Mackenzie strode back over to her work counter, where Brandon was sitting on a stool glancing at his phone. His eyes shot up as the bathroom door clicked shut behind the redhead.

"Alright, time for you to call it a day," Mackenzie brusquely said. "Grab your stuff and go, Brandon."

"Whoa, whoa, hold on!" Brandon immediately began protesting as he leapt to his feet. There was no way he was leaving just when Mackenzie's clothes were starting to fall apart! If he was ever going to have a chance of seeing more of her gorgeous body, it was today. And Brandon knew it. He was determined to stick around no matter the cost. "I haven't even helped with anything yet!"

"And you've already caused me more trouble just by being here," Mackenzie retorted. She jabbed a pointed finger at the door. "Out."

"Mackenzie, look," Brandon pleaded as his eyes quickly looked over as much of Mackenzie's jumpsuit as he could. It looked like she had applied fresh tape, well, everywhere. The suit was more dark gray than navy blue now! Even the little gaps at her hips were sealed up tight. "I've been checking the car over, and I really do think the two of us could get it up and running in an hour or two."

Mackenzie sat down on the stool at the counter. She stared at Brandon for a few long, contemplative moments before saying, "Not today. Maybe another time."

"See, you know I'm right!" Brandon said, latching on to her hesitation. "Look, here's the deal. If you let me stay, I'll be on my best behavior."

Mackenzie shut her eyes and took a slow, deep breath. The tape at the top of her chest shifted ever so slightly. Finally, she stood up and said, "Alright, here's the deal. You can stay to help fix the car. But you can only talk about and do work-related things. No trying to sneak peeks at me. And not one word about me, my body, my clothes, or anything like that. Alright?"

As Mackenzie had stated each of her points, she'd jabbed a finger in the air at Brandon. In her fixation on him, Mackenzie failed to notice one of the freshly applied pieces of tape slowly loosening with each of her motions.

"You've got a deal," Brandon said earnestly.

"And so help me, if you utter one single innuendo I'll physically throw you out that front door," she growled.

Brandon bit down the urge to respond with just such an innuendo, and instead said, "Got it."

Mackenzie simply nodded. Then, she turned around and headed for her tools, eager to get the car repaired as quickly as possible. She didn't notice the two strips of tape that fell free from the jumpsuit in her swift turn. One from her right shoulder and one from the very top of her jumpsuit's broken zipper track.

Brandon, who had been crossing his fingers behind his back the entire time, wasted no time. He crouched down and scooped up the fallen tape pieces, making sure Mackenzie wouldn't notice them. He also grabbed the two pieces that had somehow gotten stuck to the stool where Mackenzie had been sitting briefly.

Brandon was ecstatic. It certainly seemed like he wasn't even going to have to DO anything to get some more glimpses of Mackenzie's body. The jumpsuit was falling apart all on its own! And he knew that when Mackenzie got into her work she became hyper focused. It wouldn't have been the first time Brandon had sneaked a peek down her top as Mackenzie's zipper slowly lowered, as if on its own, while the gorgeous woman was completely unaware. Still, he wasn't above potentially... helping things along. If such an opportunity presented itself, of course.