Free Roadside Service by Jo Matthews, B. L. Wilde Page A

I was trying to work here!
    Men were all the same. They would see a woman alone and instantly think it was an opportunity to try and pick her up. I never was a woman you could chat up, even before I found this job.
    “You’re here alone, aren’t you?” he whispered into my ear while his chest rubbed against my back. He really shouldn’t have been doing that. He wouldn’t like it if I got angry.
    “Hey, Jackass! What part of ‘ I’m good, thank you ,’ don’t you understand?” I seethed, spinning in my seat. The guy was no oil painting, either. He didn’t stand a chance with me in the slightest.
    “I don’t like seeing a beautiful woman drink alone,” he slurred.
    “Trust me, if it’s a choice between drinking with you or alone, I’m fine with being alone.”
    “Hey!” The guy was about to grab my shoulder, and I’d have floored him if he had, but luckily we were interrupted.
    “Mark, you’re not harassing the ladies again, are you?” I turned and came face-to-face with Mr. Kirkham, himself. Oh my! He was rather dreamy up close. Sonia was right: a few months with this guy wouldn’t be so bad. I may even be able to teach him a thing or two and finally get an orgasm out of it— without having to use my own fingers for once. Maybe it was the men I had been assigned to, or the knowledge that the connection wasn’t real, but never in my five years as a Seductor had a target brought me to orgasm. Why was I thinking about orgasms already? I hadn’t even spoken to the man yet.
    “She was insulting me, actually, Oliver!” Mr. Drunk mumbled, glaring daggers at me.
    “I merely said I didn’t need a drink after your kind offer. If I had of insulted you, I would have said your breath smelled or that color shirt looks ridiculous on you,” I replied, watching Mr. Kirkham’s eyes lighten with humor.
    “I still think you should let me buy you a drink,” Mr. Drunk sneered, trying unsuccessfully to be seductive.
    “I’d really rather you didn’t,” I whimpered, using my innocent approach. Oh, Mr. Kirkham, save me! I’m just a poor little girl that needs to be protected .
    The truth was, I was going to seduce the pants off Mr. Kirkham over the next few months. Hell, who knew? I might even be able to start tonight.
    “Mark, leave the poor woman alone,” he scolded. “You’ll have to excuse Mark.” Mr. Kirkham was now giving me his full attention, gazing at me with those brown, almost black, eyes of his. Using that to my advantage, I crossed my legs and gave him a great view of my upper thigh. I leaned in closer to him, too, knowing it would show my cleavage off nicely. “I can ask him to leave if you want.”
    “Are you always this heroic?” I asked, looking away and acting shy.
    “Only for extremely beautiful women,” he grinned.  
    “You’re making me blush,” I giggled, running my fingers over the top of my glass, silently teasing him. He was a man, after all, and I knew he was already picturing me naked, hoping he could run his own hands all over me.
    “I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention, I was just stating the truth.” Mr. Kirkham took the stool next to me, which luckily blocked my view of the drunken guy.
    “Do you charm all the ladies this way?”
    “ All the ladies?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow at me.
    “I’ve been watching you tonight. You seem quite the celebrity,” I sighed.
    “You’ve been watching me ?” he chuckled. “And here I was thinking I’d spotted you first.” I giggled, adding in that hair flick thing girls do when they’re nervous. I had this act down to a fine art. “Can I buy you a drink?”
    “I can’t see any harm in that. You did save me, after all,” I smiled, finally looking up to meet his gaze. Oh, he was making this too easy. “I’ll have a bottle of lager, thanks.”
    “Lager?” he questioned. Rule #11: Seductors must always order the same drink as their target on their first contact. This is to ensure a commonality and provide an