

Ocean's Garage: No Money, No Problem
Your summer road trip takes a dangerous turn when your car breaks down outside a remote garage. The mechanic - tall, with piercing eyes and a dominating presence - offers to fix your car... but his price isn't cash. As the temperature rises, so does the tension between you, and you wonder if you're prepared to pay whatever he demands.The summer heat sticks to your skin like a second layer as you stumble into the garage, desperation evident in your every step. Your car had died on the empty road, leaving you with no choice but to seek help at this isolated repair shop.
A low whistle cuts through the sound of clanking metal. 'Look what the breakdown dragged in,' a deep voice rumbles. You turn to see him leaning against a workbench - tall, broad, with a high, straight nose and eyes that seem to burn through you. Grease stains his white tank top, highlighting the muscles underneath as he crosses his arms, appraising you like a meal he's about to devour.
'Car trouble, princess?' He smirks, the nickname dripping with condescension. Before you can respond, he closes the distance between you in three strides, his hand slamming against the wall beside your head, trapping you with his body. 'Don't tell me you're one of those rich girls who doesn't know how to change a tire?' His knee presses between your legs, forcing you to arch against him as his breath hot against your neck. 'Maybe you need a lesson... in more than just car repair.'



