"Son of a biscuit!"

Crouched down with a socket wrench tightly gripped in her hand, Amanda cursed angrily as she surveyed her front left tire that seemed to be flat. Call me a misogynist but I have never seen a woman change a tire before. They don't really have the manpower to do that sorta thing so watching from afar as Amanda struggled to loosen some lug nuts on her flattened tire, I couldn't hide my amused smirk at the scene. God,she looked so helpless right now but then again , aren't all women?

" Fuck!" Another curse disguised as a cry for help , dropping the socket wrench on the ground as it clanked loudly at the impact of the hard cemented ground. Her hair formed a translucent veil over her face , obscuring her priceless facial expression, taking away the joy of me laughing at her angered face. She's wearing red heels and a nice professional dark blue short sleeved pencil dress that was riding up her thighs enticingly as she crouched down, exposing a fraction of that smooth flawless thigh skin of hers. How I wanted to caress that exposed skin.....

Where was she going anyway, dressed like that?

Still debating whether I should go over there and help her , I took another huge bite out of the green apple I was relishing in as a substitute for a healthy breakfast since mother procured an inedible ingredient, unfortunately adding it to the meal she made for us this morning. Each bite is accompanied by a loud crunching sound , the juicy crisp green apple enticing my taste buds before tossing it in the bin next to me .

With one swift move of her delicate slender fingers , Amanda effectively manages to rake her hair back, swiping most of the strands out of her face revealing a frustrated visage, forehead creased with lines of exasperation. I decide to make my presence known, maybe even offer a helping hand, become the hero of the day , her knight in shining armor. The closer I got to her , the more I realized just how aerated she was, mixed with a defeated mood .

" Does the lady require any assistance?" Was my opening remark, her eyes lifting from the ground to face my approaching frame. Expecting her to maybe smile at me for coming to her rescue, I'm met with a completely different and uncalled for reaction when she groaned loudly, rolling her eyes angrily at me before grabbing the lonely socket wrench from the floor and dove back to the task she successfully failed at.

I stood beside her , a feet away and watched her struggle to fit the socket end to one of the lug nuts . Safe to say , she failed at that too. But since she wants to do it herself, I decided to become a gentleman and let her struggle in peace. I need a bucket of buttered popcorn for this . Nothing's more entertaining than watching a woman do a man's job. Pardon my misogynistic bone.

Her third attempt and as expected, she fails.

" You know you can't unscrew those lug nuts yourself, Amanda, so why don't you just let me help you out?" I broke the ice, the sound of metal clanking infiltrating the midmorning atmosphere as the socket wrench slipped right out her feeble hands and fell to the ground while she was struggling to unscrew the tightly secured lug nut on the tyre.

" I can do it myself, thank you very much," Her voice sounded strained as she wiped the back of her dusty knuckles over her forehead, leaving a dark trail of oil.

" I've been watching you for the past one hour, clearly you don't got this," That earned me a glare deadly enough that could possibly turn me into a pillar of salt if she had the power too. " Besides, you're getting yourself all dirty. Let me help you. No charge whatsoever."

A moment of silence as Amanda considered my proposal. I know she loved to do stuff for herself and letting a man do something for her was a bruise to her ego and womanly independence but sometimes it's good to allow some assistance in your life. She doesn't have to be strong and stubbornly autonomous. A sigh of defeat left her lips before grabbing the wrench and handing it to me.

" Fine, but make it quick, " And stood up from her crouched position, pulling the hem of her pencil dress down seeing as it was damn near her upper thighs. I watch with mesmerized eyes as the garment smoothly slides down her thighs before resting just above her knees that were chalked in dust from the crouching.

That's when I was blessed with the full body view of her attire. That dress was doing her some nice seductive justice, hugging her in all the right places, I'm tempted to ask her to do a slow twirl just so that I can see how it looks like from the back, if it hugged that lush derriere of hers perfectly or-

" If you're done drooling over my outfit, you can get down to business and fix my car," I visibly shake my head as an attempt of regaining my composure , taking all the energy I had left in me to peel my gaze from her voluptuous curves, directing it to her cobalt blue eyes. One eyebrow arched, she fed me her impatient look.

" Sure...." I do as she says and drop down to my knees, not before noticing that I'm literally kneeling right in front of her, my face uncomfortably close to her pelvis, my eyes directly lined up with the region that houses her vagina. This is the closest I've ever been to going down on a woman before in my life, the dress she's wearing being the only thing separating us from oral sex at the moment.

This was definitely awkward as I slowly lifted my eyes, meeting with her bewildered ones above my head through my eyelashes. They're widened with shock. The scent of her body is successfully masked by a coat of her signature perfume that fled inside my head in a dizzying manner, perfectly poisoning my sinuses with its aphrodisiac power. Quintessentially alluring.

" Wh-what are you doing...?" It comes as  a breathless whisper from her .

" I'm waiting for you to step aside so that I can fix the tyre," I mean, she was standing directly in front of the flattened tyre, successfully blocking me from it's view. But I could see why me kneeling right in front of her , my face pointed directly opposite her sex could make her question my motives.

Almost as if a light bulb went off in her head , Amanda exclaimed an 'oh!' before stepping aside, bringing the tyre to my view. All the while I watched her , a new shade of pink creeping up her collarbone before diffusing all the way to her cheeks. And no , it's not make up, she was flustered. Talk about awkward.

Both of us settled in an uncomfortable silence as I busied myself with fixing the tyre, loosening lug nut after lug nut while she stood beside me and watched, her feet that were saddled in this sexy red high heels the only part of her that I could see at the moment, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

" Where are you going, dressed up like that?" I decided to make conversation, having had enough of the awkward quietness.

" None of your business, kid, "

I risk a glance at her , she's still a bit flustered, just a shade lighter as opposed to the beetroot red version of her a few minutes back.

" With the bushiness of my pubic hairs , I don't think I qualify to be referred to as a 'kid'  , Amanda," I informed, unscrewing the last lug nut.

" Why would you feel the need to share that... disgusting information anyway?"

" Well, you called me a kid and I'm just disputing your claim, biologically," A disdainful groan is heard from her at my response. " I mean, you're well endowed with nice full breasts and bulging wide hips..."

" Your point being?"

" How would you feel if I called you a 'girl'?"

" You wouldn't because if you ever called me that, I'd cut your nutsack off with no regrets whatsoever," The last lug nut comes off loose. I dart glances around, trying to locate where her car jack is at .

" Could you please hand me the carjack, it's right over there next to the spare tire," I point the aforementioned carjack and Amanda makes her way to it. She bends over the pick it , effectively injecting me with another confusing boner at the sight of her bending over and I'm forced to look away, my heart slightly racing against my chest. Fuck! She really knew how to torture me.

" Here you go," She places it next to me like an obedient school girl and I smirk at the oddity of it all. Amanda Dawson, following orders from me. How ironic!

" Good girl," I taste the waters by deciding to tease her , calling her a 'girl' which awarded me a very sharp and accurate kick on my ass from her . "Owie!"

" What was that?"

" Nothing, I'm sorry!" I cried, rubbing the spot she just assaulted me with that precise kick. I think she broke my coccyx bone or something. " Do you have your car manual? I need to see which spot I should place the carjack. "

" Why? Can't you just place it anywhere as long as the car is jacked up?"

" No, that's not how it works," Sounds like something a girl would say. This is why guys are the ones who fix cars. She really knew nothing when it comes to changing tires. So fucking clueless! " You know for a woman so smart , you sure rank as one of the dumbest people when it comes to mechanics. "

With one final glare , Amanda stormed back into her house probably to retreat her car manual and I let out a low wolf whistle as I shamelessly allow my eyes to linger on her well rounded ass , watching her walk away. Her bunny ears pick up on the sound of my wolf whistle, glances above her shoulder before flicking me her middle finger before disappearing inside the doors of her house.

How classy of you, Ms. Dawson!

It takes me about fifteen minutes to finish the task of changing the tire, once done , I neatly assemble the tools used inside her boot before slamming it shut, dusting myself of the dirt I'd accumulated during the exercise. Amanda, who by then had slithered back into the house to clean herself of the same dirt and retrieve her purse, showed up minutes later, glimmering with elegance and pizzazz, the nest of hair resting on her head bouncing with each flaunting stride.

" Where are you seriously going to, Amanda?" I couldn't help but inquire once again, she looked extra sexy today and I was a bit scared of the possibility of her meeting with another man. A twinge of jealousy pressed against my chest at the thought of her dressing this nicely just for another guy.

" Why do you want to know?" She smirked, unzipping her purse as her fingers slipped inside, searching for something.

" I have my reasons," I said as nonchalantly as possible, masking away the jealousy from my face.

"Which are?"

" Just reasons," My broad shoulders lift in a casual shrug. Amanda carefully studies my expression, trying to reap out any emotion from my previously asked question , trying to decipher what reasons I had for asking that question to no avail. Her lips curved in a curious smirk before tucking them inside her mouth, proceeded by a slow understanding nod of her head.

" I have a meeting somewhere in town," She finally spoke.

"A meeting with whom?"

" Some guy named Alfred,"

" Is he a friend of yours?"

" Nope but I'm hoping we could get there, and maybe graduate into something more than that," My heart dropped a beat , my stomach lurching at that declaration as I tried to keep my calm. She was seeing someone else? How stupid can she be? Right after she just had her heart broken by her ex husband? People never really learn do they?

" Wow! " I gave a bitter chuckle, my thumb caressing my bottom lip contemplatively. " So he's the future Mr. Dawson or what?"

" I never said that," She laughed in return before fishing out a hundred dollar bill from her purse that she had been struggling to get out for the past three minutes.

" How sure are you that he's not going to disappoint you like your ex husband did?" Amanda faces me , no smiles or disdainful looks, just a dead straight look with zero emotions in it. Maybe I shouldn't have brought up that thing.

" Why would you say that?" A quiet voice, her face stolid.

" I don't know, maybe because I'm tired of you settling for men who are assholes ," Her stone cold face suddenly softened into a look of sympathy, seemingly moved by my words. " You're too beautiful to be settling for less. A woman of your callibre deserves someone better, someone who wouldn't hurt you or leave you with a stack of divorce papers. "

She blinked with wonderment , her mouth opening as though she wanted to say something before clamming it back up.

" I just don't want to see you getting hurt again," I concluded with a wry smile and I watched as the corner of her lips twitched in a small smile before spreading into a watery one.

"Look, Max," Her high heeled foot took a step towards me but not so close to point of body contact. " you don't have to worry about history repeating itself. I'm careful this time, okay?"

Careful about dating again? Still didn't sound reassuring to me but I refused to voice my concern once again, nodding at her words anyway as I swallowed the painful lump that had inadvertently formed inside my throat.

" Here, " She handed me the hundred dollar bill that was wedged between her painted forefinger and middle finger. " For fixing my tire."

" Oh no, I can't accept that. Besides, I said no charge,"

" With this economy, you seriously cannot afford to refuse money, especially a hundred dollar bill, Max," She informed, reaching for my hand and stashing the bill into my palm, forcing my knuckle into a tight fist, squishing the bill inside. " A token of my appreciation."

And she was holding my clenched fist into her soft creamy textured hands, sending electric pulses down the rope of my spine and other places that will remain unmentioned. Our gazes held for seconds longer, my heart beat jumping violently against my chest emanating all the way to my ears. She looked ethereal but she was doing all this for a guy who would potentially scar her. Some undeserving nobody

When are you going to learn , Amanda dearest?

" Anyway," She let go of my hand, preparing for departure. " Thank you for your help. Tell your mother I won't make it to tonight's dinner on time. " I step aside as she reaches for her door handle, yanking it open.

" You look amazing by the way," I ensure to complement her on that despite the bitterness and jealousy that threatened to suffocate me at the sheer thought of her impressing another man.

" Thanks," Was her final response before slumping into her seat and shutting the door to her car.

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Hi everyone, so I don't usually post pics here on Wattpad, usually I let my readers picture stuff for themselves but I thought I should shake things up a bit by posting Amanda's attire for this chapter.

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