Hitting the breaks

I had left work on a Friday afternoon and realized I had been putting off getting my breaks replaced. It was barely past noon and on my way home, I noticed there was a 'Just Breaks' place on my way. I turned in there and walked inside. The first thing I noticed was the gentleman seated behind the desk. He was tall, dark and oh so very handsome. Standing at about 6ft, maybe taller, with dark mocha skin and a lean muscular body... he was definitely something to notice. I approached the counter and explained that I needed my breaks looked at, possibly replaced. He introduced himself and said he'd like to look at the car in the parking lot before pulling it into the bay. We walked outside to my vehicle as he introduced himself and informed me that he was the Assistant Manager of the place.

After giving my car a once over, he said they'd be pulling it into 1 of the bays shortly and it shouldn't take very long. We walked back inside, finished giving him all my information and I took a seat in the little waiting area. By 3pm, I was starting to get impatient. Mr. Just Breaks said it wouldn't take very long and here it had been almost 3 hours. I walked back up to the counter and inquired what the hold up was. He informed me that the breaks I needed for my car they didn't have in stock and they were waiting for them to arrive. I asked how much longer, he said he had no idea but would call the driver to find out and let me know. I went outside for a cigarette and made a few phone calls. When I was finished, I went back inside as he was hanging up the phone.

"I just talked to the driver. He's stuck in traffic and said he should be here in about 20 minutes."
My impatience showed through my exagerated sigh and I went back to my seat to wait. I waited.. and waited and waited some more. By 5pm, I was out of patience and was really ready to kick someone's ass. I walked back up to the counter and said.. as I raised my voice, "Who in the hell do I have to fuck to get my fucking car done???"

Mr. Just breaks snapped his head up and tried to hide the smile forming on his lips. "Ma'am.. I'm really sorry. They're trying to get them back on right now. They just had a few issues with your breaks and rotors. It really shouldn't be much longer."

Had I not been so livid, I would have apprecited his smile. But I was so I stormed back off to go back outside and smoke. On my way back in, I see the sign on the door that says they close at 5:30. I thought to myself.. there's no way in hell any of them are leaving until my car gets done!! I don't give a shit! This is bullshit!!

I swung open the door to find the lobby was empty of all customers and the only person inside was Mr. Just breaks. As I walked back to my seat, he gave me a smile that was less an apology and more of that he was thinking about what I had said to him earlier. I ignored his flirtatous smile and sulked in my seat. Yes, he was hot.. but damn it! I was mad!

5:45 he called me up to the counter to tell me my car was ready. As I approached, I noticed him and I were the only 2 people left. All the workers had already went home and the only 2 cars in the parking lot were mine and his.

"You're car is finally finished. I'm really sorry it took so long. Because of that, I've discounted your bill and only charged you for the labor." He said with another flirty smile.

How could I still be mad at that? How could I still be mad looking at that big bright smile, thinking about how it would feel to kiss those full lips? Not to mention that my bill went down from $400 to $150? I took a deep breath and returned his smile with a thank you. He offered his hand to shake, I paid my bill, collected my things and was on my way. As I reached the door, he called out to me; "Ma'am.. or can I call you J?"

"J's fine. What's up?"

"Where you serious when you asked... well.. when you asked what you asked earlier?"

I couldn't help but smile at that. When I said it.. I had said it out of anger.. but standing there looking at him I realized... yes.. I did mean it. But only if it was him.

My smile broadened and I thought about my words carefully before I responded. "Depeneds on who it is."

"Hmm.. well.. what if it were me?"

I turned away from the door, walked back to the counter and stood there without saying anything. Neither of us said a word but instead just looked at each other. I reached down to my paperwork that was still on the desk and saw that my cell phone number was indeed on there.

"Well.. only 1 way to find out. You got my number now.." and with that I walked out leaving him standing there wondering if I really was serious or not.