His grey eyebrows rose as the mechanic tilted his head at me and asked, "Your car is called Kermit?"

"Yeah." I answered before feeling the need to explain "I thought it was a funny name at the time. The car being green and all."

Mike looked around like the workshop like he was searching for something or someone. He then quickly brought his attention back to me. More specially, he brought his attention back to my hair.

"Did you by any chance have green hair?" Mike the mechanic asked.

This was perhaps not a friendly old man. He could have been a stalker. Maybe even a killer. He might have been a mechanic so he could hide my body in the trunk of a car.

I considered my options carefully.

I could have rushed to my car but that just happened to be broken. I could have run away but I was just as slow as a tortoise. I could have roundhouse-kicked him like the karate kid, but he was still an elderly man which made me a horrible person.

"Yes. I did." I lamely replied with a shrug.

His face morphed into a mischievous grin as he shouted in the direction of a door "Stone!"

I froze where I stood and hoped that stone was another word for a spanner or some other mechanical tool.

The first thing I saw when the person entered the room was black. I let my eyes roam over the black jeans and the black tank shirt that showed off the muscles and the black tattoos.

Taking up all the space of the doorframe in all of his glory was Stone.

He had engine grease on his thick arms and a little on his rough-looking face. He appeared sweaty and dirty and hot.

Stone's hands were big and rough and covered in black grease. His thick calloused fingers flexed at his sides with a confident dexterity that demanded to be watched.

I was sure of two things. One was that I was never going to be more attracted to another man in my life. The other was that I needed a new set of panties.

An inferno of heat pulsed its way through my body and made my back shoot up straight. The hot sensation lingered at my core and between my legs. The extinguishable feeling that had first surfaced the night I met the giant quickly shook my legs again.

He was a vicious wall of honed muscle and a colossal-sized statue of inked artwork.

I closed my lips and breathed through my nose and then I finally forced out a shaky sentence "What are you doing here, Lurch?"

The widened pair of dark eyes flicked across my body in shock. As if they could not believe I was standing there in front of him.