call a relationship, and as they had before her boyfriend declaration, they’d gone back to their unspoken agreement. He was all for a good time and her hanging out even the next morning. But he still wasn’t feeling the whole serious relationship thing, especially now that he had something so much bigger occupying his thoughts. Meeting new chicks hadn’t even been out of the question before he pulled way back from Felicia. So, hell yeah, he could get his flirt on with this one. He smiled even more playfully. “Not to brag or anything, but I can probably push things along a little faster for you.”
This close her dark eyes were much bigger than they looked outside when she’d squinted up at him, and she wasn’t even wearing a lick of makeup as far as he could tell. Another thing about being privy to her this close, Orlando could now see the heavy curves were what made her look a little full-figured. What he’d labeled top heavy outside was actually a hell of a rack to match the well-rounded ass. But as far as Orlando had ever been concerned, as long as it wasn’t sloppy, the more there was to squeeze the better. And this chick had plenty to squeeze. Except she was more of what he considered deliciously voluptuous than full-figured, in Orlando’s opinion anyway.
What surprised him after getting a much closer look was that he’d completely missed one of his biggest weaknesses when it came to women—her full, almost-bordering-on-pouty lips. He’d been dead wrong about her being a typical-looking Hispanic girl. With those curves in all the right places, big dark sweet eyes, and those suckable lips, she was anything but typical-looking. After taking a much longer inventory of all her startling features, he noticed she was almost exotic looking—in an exceptionally good way. He glanced back up at her eyes, still working the playful smile. “I might be able to up you to VIP status. Get you past some of those people before you.”
The man sitting in the waiting area looked up from his magazine, taking Orlando in. It was only when he realized Orlando was talking to her that he focused on her too. Orlando glanced down at the paperwork on the counter, wondering which one was hers. An oil change shouldn’t take this long. He didn’t realize they were this busy. He read the names on the service orders curiously, but didn’t see any female names. He could ask her what she was driving, but suddenly he was more curious about something else. He winked, smiling even bigger. “What’s your name?”
“It’s under my name,” the man said before she could respond. “Ted. They said they’d also look into the noise it’s been making.”
Well, shit. After glancing down at the paperwork with Ted’s name on it, Orlando dropped it on the counter. Flirting with this chick was out of the question now. The guy was noticeably older than her; it’s why Orlando hadn’t put them together. Since they’d been sitting a seat away from one another, he’d assumed they didn’t even know each other. But given the guy’s obvious attitude, for all Orlando knew this could be her dad. Though it was wishful thinking. The guy was white, and with her exotic features, it was highly unlikely these two were related. Even though the guy appeared to be much older than her, his undisguised distaste for Orlando’s flirting suggested he might be her boyfriend. “I’ll go check to see where they’re at with it.”
He walked off into the shop area, not even looking in the girl’s direction this time. To his surprise, Beast was out there. “When’d you get here?”
“Just now. I’m just stopping by though to pick up something I forgot yesterday.”
Orlando glanced at the crisp collared shirt Beast wore and the gray slacks. “Why you looking all grown-up today?”
“Family portraits. But I took my wedding band off yesterday when I got into something too greasy and forgot it.” He shrugged. “Ali ain’t taking those portraits if I’m not wearing it. She said she’d rather reschedule.”
Orlando laughed, busting his balls about his wife cracking the whip. The big guy was famous for effortlessly knocking out heavyweight opponents in the ring, yet he was putty in the hands of his tiny little five-foot nothing wife. Still smirking, Orlando asked the guys working on Ted’s Kia how much longer it’d be before they were done with it, then followed Beast back inside.
“Why’s this place such a mess?”