There’s sentimental value attached to this thing, I bet. “I’ll do everything in my power to get it running again. But if I can’t…”
“It’s okay.” Something passes over her face that I can’t make out, and my heart thuds with an ache seeing it. “I’d just really like to try and save it if it’s possible.”
Same. “How soon do you need it back?”
“No rush.” Ara rubs her neck like she’s a little flustered. “And I’ll pay for your time, even if it can’t be fixed.”
She isn’t paying me a dime.
“I’ll get started on it today.” I suspect it’s a lost cause, but I don’t want to say it without knowing for sure. I’ve worked on consoles that looked worse, so hey, there might be a chance of salvaging this thing. I’ll find out once I tear into it. “I can text you when it’s ready.” Or drop it off at your house and worship you for a night.
She shoots me a killer smile that makes my knees weak. “Yeah, great. I mean, please don’t put me at the top of the pile. I’m sure you have a lot going on.” She looks past me at the kids playing chess at one of the tables and sighs. “Thanks for this, Glitch.”
I love the way she says my name. I want to make her scream it till her throat is raw.
Holy shit, what’s wrong with me? I’ve never been this way over a woman in my life. So ready to drop to my knees and make her feel like she’s the only star I’ll orbit around. Instead, I’m the computer geek she’s entrusting with her broke ass gaming system.
I flash her an easy smile, hoping my vibe will offset the tension in her gaze.
“I’m sure it’s a lost cause.” She clears her throat. “But I just want to know for sure before I plan burial services for it.”
“I’ve never let technology beat me,” I say like a fucking asshat.
My manager slips into the back room with us, inserting himself into the convo, uninvited. “It’s true.” He grabs a box of candy bars to hand out to the kids. “Glitch is a wizard.”
“Well, Wizard. I appreciate this.” Ara steps back, and it takes everything in me to not take one step forward to keep our proximity close. She smells good. Looks good. Sounds good.
Bet she tastes amazing.
“I’ll text you.”
Her gaze lingers on mine for a heartbeat. “Looking forward to it.” Ara spins around to leave and stops halfway through the shop. Turning towards me again, she tosses an easy smile my way and I swear my entire shop glows from it. “I’m so glad we’ve finally met in person, Glitch.”
She walks off before I can say something back. It’s just as well. All my thoughts jumble and words lodge in my throat as she bumps the door with her fine ass and slips on sunglasses as she heads back to her car.
“Wow,” my manager whispers.
I want to throat-punch him.
“She’s hot.”
He’s definitely fired.
“Suuuuuper hot!” says one of the kids at the chess table.
I turn my attention to the middle schoolers and grind my teeth. “Respect, boys. Show some.”
I watch her drive off and remind myself I need to practice what I preach.
Chapter 5
Ara
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh. My. God. Glitch is hot, swoony, sexy, fire.
Holy shit. HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT!
The instant I saw him, I was done. Then I heard his deep voice say my name and my body reacted viscerally. My fucking panties are soaked. And I do mean they’re sopping wet. I’m going to have to go home and change before I finish running my errands. Holy shit, I even started sweating in front of him. This is so embarrassing.
My creativity didn’t touch his level of hotness. It should be criminal to look, sound, and smell that good. It’s unfair to the rest of us mere humans.
Glitch has to be a demon. A big, sexy, came-to-fuck-the-soul-out-of-your-body demon.
Holy shit. I can’t pull myself together. I’ve painted pictures in my head of what I thought Glitch would look like. I didn’t do him justice. I wasn’t even close. He’s taller than I thought, built but not bulky, and the ink was everywhere. Did I mention his dark hair? It curls a little at the ends and looks fun to pull while riding his face.
Wait. No. Stop thinking like that, Ara.
I can’t stop. From the instant my name left his sexy fucking mouth, I started imagining the millions of things I wanted to do to him.
He’s probably not going to be able to fix my computer. Right now, I don’t care. I just want another excuse to see him again. Would it be wrong to throw my laptop off my balcony so he can fix that next?