Post by KIT THEODORE WARD on Jun 8, 2012 7:30:04 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] you say i'm a kid, my ego is big i don't give a shit and it goes like this take me by the tongue and i'll know you kiss me til you're drunk and i'll show you all the moves like jagger i've got the moves like jagger i've got the moves like jagger i don't need to try and control you look into my eyes and i'll own you with them moves like jagger i've got them moves like jagger - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - i've got them moves like jagger “It’s so hot. How long do you think this is going to take?” She asked from somewhere nearby. “Shouldn’t be too long.” Kit answered. He’d already taken off the hub cab, was working at loosening the nuts. Counter clockwise or clockwise? He tried both, then reverted back to the former. He should have known that. He changed tyres near enough every God damn day, so there really wasn’t an excuse for forgetting. But she was distracting him. Her silky voice flitting around near him. He glanced up and saw that she’d shed her shirt, and instantly she became ten times more distracting. For a few stunned seconds he watched her adjusting her bikini top with undue fascination, then he returned his attention to the tyre, grinning to himself. Funny thing, though. Now he’d seen what was underneath that shirt he was both more and less interested. There was something to be said for a little bit of mystery in a girl. However, there was also something to be said for the kind of girl that takes her shirt off within five minutes of meeting a guy. “Yes my company is worth every penny. You’ll see.” She said, and he grinned again, but this time to himself. If he hadn’t decided already that he was going to try and get in her pants, he might have retorted with any number of prostitute-themed wisecracks. When a girl tells you her company is worth every penny, it’s hard not to make hooker jokes. At least it was for Kit. “Thank you, and nope, no boyfriend. I would love it if you bought me dinner. Does this mean I get to buy you lunch?” She was back over by him now. He was working in her long-legged shadow. Cranking the jack until the tyre was off the ground, and returning to the arduous task of removing the lug nuts. Tyres. He fucking hated them. He wiped the road grime off his hands and onto his jeans. “Well, it seems only fair.” He answered with a laugh, turning his head to squint up at her. The sun was behind her head, blinding him. She looked like she had a halo – and he was sure that wasn’t accurate. “Do you wanna drive?” She asked. She was squatting down beside him now, running her fingers through his hair. Her distraction level leapt upwards again. He could see her out of the corner of his eye – her breasts right next to his elbow while he removed the flat tyre. God, she was making this difficult – and much more fun. “Do I wanna drive? You regularly invite strangers to drive you places?” He asked, smiling. “We don’t even know each other’s names.” Her face was right by his now. Don’t get him wrong, it was a nice face, but he didn’t really need it so close when he was trying to work. She was right up close, mouth inches from his. He was sure that mouth would be closer before the day was out, but for now she was just hovering there, asking him inane questions. What colour where his eyes? She was looking right at them. Blondes, for Christ sake. He quickly abandoned any delusions about her having a brain. She had a nice rack and a perfect ass and that was enough. He merely raised an eyebrow in response to his question, then returned his attention to the fitting the spare tyre back in place. “I can go for anything right about now. Seriously, this is killing me. I need food like now. Plus you’re driving, so you pick!” She demanded. Well, wasn’t she bossy? Bossy, vain, shallow… he weighed these obvious flaws against the rack and the ass. Mm. No, she was still worth it. “Well, there’s an Italian place just opened along the boardwalk. Sound good?” He was more inclined to visit the many fast food places in the mall when he was on his lunch break, but he didn’t get the convenience food vibe from this girl. ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY MAROON 5 |
