A winning combination in my way of thinking.

This might be my lucky day.

I pull my bike alongside her car and unbuckle my helmet. She straightens up from the trunk and gives me a wary look.

“Need some help?” I ask, pointing to the tire and walking closer.

She holds up the heavy jack. I don’t know if it’s her way of letting me know she has a weapon or if she intends to change the tire herself.

“Not really,” she replies. “I can handle it.”

She walks around to the front of the car and squats down to look at the tire. Okay, so maybe she isn’t bullshitting me.

I grin and give her a doubtful look.

“You can change a tire all by yourself?”

She raises her eyebrows and challenges me with a smile. “Is there something about me that makes you think I can’t?”

Other than you’re a girl?

I’m not stupid enough to say it.

Something tells me that she might smack me on the side of the head with the heavy jack.

She’s not my normal, long-haired blonde bimbo type, but she’s sexy as hell. She’s tall, almost my height, with long toned legs that go on forever and an ass just begging for me to grab it. Her hair is almost shoulder-length, cut in an edgy, punkish style. I’ve never seen the color before, an unusual blend of purple and red.

Kind of weird, but for some reason I like it.

My eyes stray to the dangling strings of her frayed jean shorts. I have a strong urge to grab one and pull, before slipping my fingers under the denim fabric to find out if her ass feels as firm as it looks.

From where I’m standing, I can see straight down the front of her low-cut white shirt. It’s at least ninety-five degrees on the hot asphalt, and I watch as a drop of perspiration slowly rolls down between her full breasts. I wonder if she would get pissed if I leaned down and licked it off.

I smile at the thought.

Hell!

She might even enjoy it.

“Are you enjoying the view?” she snaps at me with a frown. “Why are you standing there smiling when it’s blazing hot out here and I have a flat tire? If you’re going to just stare at my tits, you might as well make yourself useful and help me.”

I love a girl with sass.

“Yes, ma’am. I don’t know why you’re getting all testy with me. I offered to help. Move out of the damn way and let me take care of that for you.”

She hesitates for a second, and I think she’s going to be stubborn and refuse to move. With a loud sigh, she finally stands up and hands me the jack. We switch places and I start working on her tire.