And now, I was drinking a soda and forcing myself to be pleasant and not smack the daylights out of the fool standing in front of me with his hands on my arm, uninvited.
“So, what do you do, tall, dark and handsome? I bet it’s something really hot and sweaty, huh?” Seriously? This was pickup material?
I removed the “leech” from my arm, none too gently. “I’m a mechanic.”
“Oooh, I have a broken tailpipe I bet you could fix right up.” He patted his ass and leered. God, no.
I stared at the dude, who was almost my height and wearing a baby blue Lycra-type material bodysuit that was a perfect match to his hair, and sighed.
“That’s not my specialty, sorry.” Take a hint, doofus
The guy gave an affected laugh. “Oh, you. You know what I mean. There’s a bedroom upstairs with our names on it.”
“Not. Interested.” I moved away quickly before he could try again, and almost ran over Wayne, who was carrying a tray of dessert bites in one hand.