[ She leaves it vaguely enough between them that he doesn’t know when she’ll be coming by, specifically, but she knows where he is — at the garage, technically, where he busies himself working on one of the cars pulled in first before he realizes he doesn’t want his hands to be covered in grease and oil when she shows up — especially if she’s going to be dressed (or not) as he’s told her to be.
In the end, he finally decides to go into the office and wait for her there, although he leaves the door open as he leans back in the chair behind the desk, trying not to let his nerves wind him up too much and not listening for the sound of footsteps. He reaches for his device as another way to distract himself, scrolling through the network — and maybe he goes back to his messages to look at that photo she’d sent him again, giving himself permission to get excited in a different way in the meantime. Not that it ever takes him long to get hard for her anyway. ]
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In the end, he finally decides to go into the office and wait for her there, although he leaves the door open as he leans back in the chair behind the desk, trying not to let his nerves wind him up too much and not listening for the sound of footsteps. He reaches for his device as another way to distract himself, scrolling through the network — and maybe he goes back to his messages to look at that photo she’d sent him again, giving himself permission to get excited in a different way in the meantime. Not that it ever takes him long to get hard for her anyway. ]