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stranger’, then said louder, “but that is no excuse to be rude like that.”
    At least she thought I was hot. “It’s okay. It’s funny. Your name?”
    She pushed herself inside her truck and put her keys in the ignition. “What’s yours?”
    “Dax. My name is Dax Dixon.”
    “Dax. That’s an unusual name. Never heard of that before.”
    “It’s my middle name. It’s what everyone calls me. I don’t really care for my first name.”
    “What’s your first name?”
    “Declan.”
    What the fuck!? I never gave anyone my first name. The only people who knew my first name besides my parents were Sebastian, my mother’s best friend. I was named after my grandfather on my father’s side. They were of Irish descent and my mother was so in love with Mike that she did as he asked and gave me Declan as a namesake.
    “Declan. I like that. Well, I need to go.”
    Caught up in my own thoughts, I didn’t see her shut the door and rev up the engine. I tapped on her window and she pumped the window-winder until it was half-way down.
    “I still didn’t get your name.”
    “And you won’t.”
    “Why ever not?”
    “Why don’t you come earlier next Friday? I start my shift at six. If you want my name, come by then and we’ll chat for a minute. I’ll give it to you then. Maybe you need to earn it.”
    Earn it? I wonder what she meant by that.
    “What makes you think I won’t go back inside and ask for it?”
    “Because. Just looking at you, it looks as if you need a challenge. Let it be a challenge. If you come, you’re genuine. If not, it’s no skin off my back. Bye Declan Dax.”
    “Bye, Blondie.”
    “And don’t ever call me Blondie.”
    Then she rolled up the window, backed up and drove away.
    That sass spiked a reaction out of me I wasn’t expecting. My dick must’ve liked that fire and sass.
    As I walked back to my truck, I couldn’t help but laugh. A vagina finally played me good. I did like a challenge.
     

2
     
     
     
     
    Scarlet
     
     
    It was a busy Friday night and I was ready to get out of here. Al had been a bigger TB (tittie-baby) than usual. He was actually a nice guy and friendly, but every once in a while, just like us girls, guys had PMS.
    I had been finishing up the few drinks that popped up in the printer while cleaning up the well station. Then I heard, “Hey, Blondie.”
    I really did not like being called nicknames. Or well, Blondie anyway. I turned and holy macaroon. The guy sitting in the last chair was gorgeous. One I’ve never seen in here before either. Good thing I dealt with these types on a regular basis or I would have been totally hypnotized.
    He was like an Adonis. Angular face, sky-blue eyes that displayed mischief and something I couldn’t quite describe. His bow shaped lips had a smirk that looked like it was a permanent expression on his face. His hair was dark brown, almost black. Slicked back but not in that greasy, ton of hairspray look. It was like he ran his fingers through it so many times that was the way his hair was naturally styled. He had a five o’clock shadow that gave him a sexy edge. I really liked it. He was beautifully tall and broad shouldered. Not built like a brick house, but I couldn’t tell from the way he was sitting. I got him his drink and went to finish cleaning so I could leave.
    I felt his eyes on me the entire time I had been finishing my side work and I told Al what he had and that everything was done before I walked by Adonis and told him to have a goodnight before I walked to the back to tell the manager I was leaving.
    On the way out, the Adonis told me to wait a sec. There was a firmness in his voice that stilled me. It wasn’t harsh, but it held me back without thought. HE closed in, but then his lips just opened, closed, opened, and then closed again. He looked kinda silly, but I was already feeling this night.
    It was busier than normal and Al and I got into it. Sometimes I really wanted to smack that guy in the face.