“Miss, I’m not going to hurt you. Is everything ok?”

His voice strummed happy tingles in her belly, and goosebumps actually broke out on her arms. She looked at his face, trying to judge his sincerity. But with his voice and those eyes, she was a goner. She sat there frozen, struck stupid by all his glory. Then he smiled, and she discovered her butterflies had rocket launchers. Her breath caught in her throat, and sweat started to bead across her upper lip and forehead. Oh no, she was sweating. The hottest man on record and she was staring at him like some wide-eyed loon and sweating!

“Can I open the door?” he asked her. She loved hearing that voice. What else could she do to keep him talking?

I bet I could orgasm by just listening to his voice. She didn’t realize she was nodding until he stood up and flipped up the door latch to pop it open. Her mind went blank as she found herself staring right at his lower stomach and crotch. Holy huckleberries, that’s an impressive bulge.

Cooler air lightly suctioned past her as he opened the door. He squatted down again, placing his large hands on his bulky upper thighs. I didn’t know they came in those sizes. Yes, she had truly lost it. This had to be some sort of hallucination caused from her little breakdown.

“I’m Ralph, but everyone calls me Alphy.”

Oh boy, she thought, he sounds even better without the window hampering his voice. Bad window, bad. Her brain, seemingly out of nowhere, clicked back on just enough to respond. “Gale,” she breathed out. She felt the hit to the stomach from those rocket-launcher butterflies again when he gave her a wide, bright smile. His teeth were straight and white. How do people actually get to look this perfect?

“It’s nice to meet you. Now, can you tell me what’s gotten you so upset so I can fix it or kick its ass?”

Her nerves got the better of her because she started to laugh almost hysterically, and then she started to cry. She saw his face fill with alarm.

“I’m so sorry,” she sobbed.

He leaned over and pulled her into an awkward hug. It helped though, because as soon as his arms reached around her and held her, she suddenly felt all right. She inhaled, filling her lungs with his rich spicy scent. He smelled so good that she had to internally argue with herself to exhale, giving up the erotic fragrance.

She felt the loss when he leaned back on his heels but for only a brief moment until the abrasive skin from his palms lightly grazed her dampened cheeks as he cupped her face with his giant hands. His thumb skimmed over her cheek, and she automatically leaned into the pleasant feeling. She cleared her throat and snapped out of her happy place. “Uh,” her cheeks pinked, “my tire went flat.”

“I can fix that for you, but that can’t be the full reason why you were crying. I can see you’ve been upset.” He had gentled his voice to near whispering. It soothed her, and she began to calm. Gale took a moment to remember what it was she needed, other than to be licked like a lollipop by the muscular Adonis in front of her.

She held her breath for a few moments, then shook her head. “If you could change my tire, that would be great. I have a spare.”

He tilted his head and rested his arms on his legs. “Let’s take a look to see what has to be done then go from there.” He stood up and held his hands out for hers. She threw one leg out onto the ground and grabbed his hands, eagerly taking them, and tried to leap up but was promptly stopped and pulled back by her seatbelt.

Damn it! She covered her face in embarrassment. She peeked through her fingers at hearing a rich sexy laugh. The Adonis in front of her was laughing. He squatted down and reached a colossal arm around her and pushed the button on her seat belt, releasing her. Then he grabbed her hands and gently pulled her out of the car.

All she could do was to mutely stare up at him as he held her hands against his firm warm chest. His thumbs rubbed over her fingers causing more tingles. And someone really needs to de-arm those damn butterflies.

She managed to detach her tongue from the roof of her mouth. “Thank you.”

“You’re more than welcome.” His voice had lowered, rippling through to her core, provoking a shiver that galloped down her spine. Keeping hold of her left hand, he led her around the front of the car to the passenger side. His eyes roved over the tires as they drew around to the passenger rear flat tire. Letting go of her hand, he knelt down and inspected the tire, then stood up and walk back to the front passenger and made his way around, inspecting all four tires.

His face was tight in concentration as he walked back around to her. “I can put your spare on, but all your tires need to be replaced. They aren’t safe for you to drive on, and I’m surprised the others aren’t flat as well.”

Heat crept up Gale’s neck and spread into her cheeks. She looked down at the ground and fidgeted. She felt Alphy’s body-heat as he drew nearer and placed his hands on her shoulders rubbing her jaw-line with his thumbs. The act drew her sight back up, and she couldn’t stop herself from looking up into his face and falling into the soft brown depths of his eyes.

“Do you need help paying for them?”

The burn in her cheeks increased as she struggled with what to say. Of course she couldn’t pay, or she wouldn’t have gone this long without changing them.