He knew he was dealing with a bougie ass broad from the jump, but when she rolled her eyes and swiveled her neck like that, he chuckled at the ghetto side of her. Interesting, because she damn sure was fine. Her body was tall and lean, but had sista girl curves, meaning she had ass and hips. She was cocoa brown-skinned and had brown hair in curls down to her mid-back. Must be a weave. He knew too many around the way girls with a weave that looked like it grew from their head. He was not judging.

She must be loaded judging by how she was dressed and the Denali she drove. Or maybe she was a kept woman and an old, rich white man had given it to her. She did seem like the type. Got rich off her back. Again, he was not judging.

This chick seemed like the type to always be angry. Always mad at something. She had a sour look on her pretty face and she walked like her own shit didn't stink. She probably did not like being told what to do, judging by how she did not want to get in the truck. He knew this type so well and he liked to avoid them. He always fell into the "Captain Save a Hoe" category.

Not this time. He was cool with just giving this woman a ride to her crib and letting her go on her way.

After he hooked the car up to the truck, he pulled it up on the flatbed. Everything secure, he got into his truck.

"Is this going to take long?" she snapped at him soon as he sat down.

"What do you mean?"

"Fixing my car? I have an event I'm already late for and I told my friend—"

"Whoa! I didn't say this would be fixed tonight. I have to order the part first. And besides, my shop is closed right now."

"Your shop? As in, the shop you work at, right? How much is this going to cost me anyway? I don't have cash and I—"

"First of all, my shop as in I own it. Secondly, since this will not be fixed tonight, where do you want me to take you? I'll take your car to my shop tonight but I can't get to it till tomorrow. I'm off the clock."

"Well, if it is your shop, can't you just make your own hours and fix it for me tonight? Please! I'll pay whatever you need."

He liked the sound of her begging. He grinned, imagining her begging for him in bed. Damn! He had to get those thoughts out of his head. She was a bossy, bougie ass basket case, something he did not need in his life right now.

"What's funny? Did I say something funny to you? Oh no, well if I'm funny unhook my car and I'll wait for AAA."

"Hold up girl, damn. Look, I said I can't get to it tonight because I don't have the part for a high-end car like yours, I gotta order it. Here, let me give you one of my cards now and you can call me tomorrow and check on it."

He took a business card from his dashboard and handed it to her. He could have sworn when their fingers touched he felt strange energy, but that only irritated him. Yes, she was fine. No, he was not boning her.

She studied the card for a moment.

"Hook Lawrence? Hook it Up Auto Body and Tow? Are you serious? Come on!" She laughed. "Is this really your name or am I being punked?"

"What's funny?" he mocked her from earlier. "That's my name and that is the name of my shop."

"Ok, no, stop playing. Please don't tell me your mother named you Hook."

"I ain't say that was my government name, but that's the name everybody calls me since forever."

"Okay, so what is your real name Mister, and why wouldn't you put it on your business card?"

"That name is on a need-to-know basis and you don't need to know." He started the truck. "Seat belt lady. And what's yo name since you having so much fun with mine."

"Angel Hamilton."

"No shit?" he chortled with a side-way glance at her and licked his lips. "I like it."

He never fucked an Angel. Oh yeah, he definitely wanted to bone her.

A/N: Short chapter but the best is yet to come! Read on!

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