Adams pov

I grabbed my favourite rock t-shirt and put it over my head. Today's the day that ACDC is playing in my hometown. I was going to go alone but my coworker lute seemed to like the same music I do and we need to get along if we're going to be working together. It's the only way I can avoid an early retirement!

I grabbed my badass leather jacket and put it on. I turned to the mirror to take in my awesome look. I gave my reflection the finger guns with a wink. Damn I look good! Lute's not going to know what hit her!

I decided to drive down in my own car, a jaguar. I know it's not the most expensive car but the name's fucking badass and I even painted flames on it so I easily have the coolest car in this town.

I headed to the address she gave me and waited outside. When she stepped out my jaw dropped. She was wearing black ripped jeans and a low hung white top that showed a tattoo of angel wings on her back. I blinked in surprise. Wow. She's kinda hot.

"See something you like?" She smirked.

"N-no!" I stuttered. God I sound so lame! "you just look nice. That's all"

"You're cute when you blush" she poked my cheek.

"Am not!" I slapped her hand away, making her laugh.

She took a peak at my car "this is your ride?"

"Yeah pretty sweet right?" I boasted.

She burst out laughing "I'm surprised sir. I thought you'd be some dickhead with a porsche but you're actually just a dork with a jaguar"

"Hey don't diss the jaguar bitch!"

"Oh I would never" she pushed me aside with a coy smile "now are we going or what?"

"Yeah yeah I'm coming" I muttered with a slight blush as I climbed into the car.