Chapters (56)
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
I crossed my arms over my chest and shot him an annoyed look.
The giant lowered his voice as it turned taunting with an underlying authority to it "I promise not to sing Grease Lightening."
I felt my lip twitch up as I surrendered "Fine."
His wide shoulders visibly relaxed.
"Talking about Grease, where is your leather jacket?" I questioned before commenting "I thought it was attached to your skin."
Stone looked down at his big bare tattooed arms as he mentioned "It gets hot in here."
I could see that. I had definitely noticed.
My attention fell from his face to his muscular arms that looked like they held an unmeasurable amount of strength.
I shuffled on my two feet and tried to discreetly squeeze my thighs together.
Shaking out all Stone related thoughts out of my head, I tried to focus on the words Mike was uttering as he spoke.
The old man slowly made his way through to another room before he came back with a clipboard and pen.
"I just need some details before you go." Mike mentioned to me as he danced the pencil between his fingers "What is your last name?"
"Miller." I replied.
The dark eyes continuing to watch me narrowed slightly.
"Phone number?" Mike questioned.
I recited my number, and the old mechanic jotted it down. He then took my keys and waddled his way back through into the other room of the auto repair shop.
"How is your boss so cool about you leaving to take me home and working on my car for free?" I questioned while peering back up at the large man.
Stone did not reply.
"I just hope you don't do that for all people." I pointed out with a laugh "You will put that poor man out of business."
"I only do it for people with green hair." His deep voice uttered lowly.
"Do you know any other people with green hair?" I asked.
"I used to have a troll as a kid. It used to live under my bed." He replied, his gruff tone playful "That had green hair."
"A troll under your bed?" I repeated angrily before I threatened up at him "One of these days I'm going to take you down and I pray for you then."
His eyes roamed the whole of my small body while the corner of his lip twitched.
I shook my head and huffed out "I can't believe you just compared me to a troll."
"The troll was cute and tiny."
I took a step closer to him and raised myself on my tiptoes so that my chin lingered near the bottom of his chest.
"The difference between me and your troll is that I will never go anywhere near your bed." I rebutted.
I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth.
My heels fell back on the ground and my hands twitched to move up and cover my heated face.