“You can’t be serious,” she says, rummaging through her ridiculously large purse, most likely for her phone.
“Serious as a pregnancy scare,” I tell her. A blush rises in her cheeks and my desire for her deepens. I’m practically foaming at the mouth over here.
She finds her phone, glances up and holds it out to me.
“Do you have a charger?”
“Wow, princess. No charger, an overheating car,” I shake my head. “Didn’t your daddy ever tell you to be prepared?”
“Oh, you wanna be my daddy now?” she snaps with a sharp tongue that makes my d**k twitch.
“I could certainly teach you a few things,” I tell her as I tear a slip from the wall and grab a pen. “Name?”
“N – Donna,” she tells me. She’s flustered.
“Okay, princess,” I muse. “I’ll order the part and it will be here tomorrow or the next day
