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Undone: Copyright © 2018 by Jessa James
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Published by Jessa James
James, Jessa
Undone
Cover design copyright 2020 by Jessa James, Author
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Publisher’s Note:
This book was written for an adult audience. The book may contain explicit sexual content. Sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and any activities or risks taken by fictional characters within the story are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.
This book has been previously published with another pen name.
About Undone:
Taylor Dawson spends her days getting down and dirty as a mechanic at her father’s garage, rather than with a hot guy. At nineteen, she’s so ready to get rid of her ‘v’ card but hasn’t found the right man yet. Collecting her roommate from her bartending job at Club V, Taylor stumbles across Club Owner, Jake Mesa, giving a lesson in submission. Tay doesn’t think she’d ever be able to obey like the collared woman at Jake’s mercy and slips away from the room unnoticed.
However, Jake’s security footage caught the gorgeous voyeur in his room and now she has his full attention. When Taylor’s dad admits to a business disaster that could end not only the garage but his life, she doesn’t know where to turn. Then Jake makes her an offer... Will she be able to resist or become completely undone?
If gorgeous heroes, instalove and sexy times are your thing, read on...
1
I grabbed a rag from the hook and wiped the grease from my hands on the grubby scrap of fabric. With the back of my forearm, I swept the sweat from my brow to keep it from running into my eyes and stinging. The doors to the garage were open and letting in a little breeze, but in the summer heat, it wasn’t doing much to cool the place down.
I looked up at the clock on the wall; just above the tattered calendar featuring Miss March that one of my dad’s employees had put up years ago and never taken down. Apparently, everyone had been so pleased with Miss March’s appearance that they were content to let her reside at Dawson Brother’s Garage for the last ten years. It was ten ’til five and still, there were three cars in the bays and I knew I wouldn’t be getting out of there for hours. My dad needed me and I hated to leave early especially on days when there weren’t many other guys working in the garage. The business was successful, but like so many things it had taken a hit when the economy was bad. People usually still kept up their car maintenance, but they would often wait just a little longer between oil changes or maybe not come in at the first sign of trouble. This typically ended up being more work for us however it wasn’t the kind we wanted. My dad was all about keeping up with your car and I had learned from him.
“If you want it to purr like a kitten, you gotta rub behind its ears from time to time,” he often said to me. I had heard him repeat it more times than I could count to various customers over the years. Since my mother had passed away giving birth to me, I had spent all of my time with my dad. We had a connection that seemed pretty different than the ones between my contemporaries and their parents, in part because I spent all of my time with my dad, but also because he respected me as an equal in the garage.
He had done what he could from the time I was very small to teach me everything he knew about what went on under the hood of a car. By the time I was ten years old I could hear a slipped timing belt from a mile away. As I got older I spent more and more time in the garage, spending my days after school in the midst of all the exhaust and oil pans. It was good pocket money that I spent on time out with friends and I had been able to put a little aside. Once graduation rolled around and I was able to work full-time, I was easily my dad’s best employee.
I glanced over at Rodrigo who was currently on his back under a Mustang that really needed a new paint job. Seeing his thick, muscular thighs sticking out from underneath the vehicle made me think of the few times we had messed around in the backroom and the one time I had lured him upstairs on my eighteenth birthday. Rodrigo was a hell of a guy, but he worked here and it was clear that there was nothing between us other than sexual chemistry. And if my dad ever caught wind of what had happened between Rodrigo and me…well, I didn’t dare think of what the consequences would be for the guy.
Being an only child was one thing. Being the only daughter to a single dad who had raised me alone from day one was an entirely different ballgame. Nothing was ever simple. While he trusted me and my judgement in general, he didn’t trust the world outside of the garage, least of all any boys who might come along and break my heart. I had dated a little here and there, but most of the guys I went to school with were so terrified of my dad it was hardly worth putting in the work just to get them to go out on a date with me. I had somehow managed prom without too much drama, but ever since high school ended a year before,