It was easy for him to make things look good, truly it was and working on a car, shirtless and in a tight pair of old jeans was no exception. Sweat glistened on his skin and she could see every muscle contort and move as he worked, bent low over the hood of the car, finding some problem with the car she would never have known existed. Biting down on her bottom lip, it took all of her energy not to pounce on him there and then. Instead she calmly walked over to him, a fresh bottle of water in her hand and as she walked up to him from behind it was too much to resist and she let her free hand move to cover his ass, pinching it lightly, making him jump. A cheeky smirk curved her lips and she handed him the water. “Your order, Mr Lindon.”