Esme stood under the warm spray of the garage’s bathroom shower, the steam curling around her like a soft veil. It was still early morning, and she hummed a carefree tune, her voice carrying a light-hearted melody as the water cascaded over her. She poured a generous amount of soap into her hands, spreading it over her body with deliberate ease, savoring the feel of cleanliness washing away the sweat and traces of her intimate moments with Arashi last night. Her mind wandered back to just three days ago—their perfect day together. A day she had replayed in her head over and over, convinced that her relationship with Arashi was blooming like a flower kissed by the sun.

  She whistled as she worked the lather across her skin, a radiant smile playing on her lips. Every gesture seemed imbued with happiness, as though the memory of their time together had infused her very being with joy.

  Meanwhile, in the garage, Arashi was deep in concentration, his hands deftly maneuvering the connecting rods of an engine he’d been working on all morning. The tools clinked and scraped softly, the rhythmic sounds a testament to his focus. As he leaned over to inspect his progress, something unexpected caught his eye.

  There it was—a lace-trimmed bra, unmistakably Esme’s, hanging casually on Lana’s Z33 engine under the hood. Arashi froze for a moment, staring at the garment in disbelief before letting out a resigned sigh. He picked it up gingerly between two fingers, holding it as though it might explode at any second.

  he muttered, shaking his head as a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. The contrast between his meticulous work and the audacious evidence of Esme’s carefree nature amused him more than he cared to admit.

  He walked over to the laundry basket, dropping the bra inside with a practiced ease. The laundryman would be by on the weekend, and by then, this small hiccup would be just another story in the long, chaotic narrative of their lives in the garage. He returned to his work, brushing the moment aside, though a faint chuckle escaped him as he pictured Esme’s reaction if she realized he’d found it.

  Back in the bathroom, oblivious to the small drama outside, Esme rinsed off the suds and sighed contentedly. Today felt like it was going to be another perfect day—or so she thought.

  As she finished her bath, she dried her hair and body, spraying her usual watery-scented perfume across her skin, with a mischievous touch just below her belly button. Her thoughts turned playful as a coy smile spread across her face.

  She stepped into the lobby, her bare feet padding softly against the floor. Arashi, still focused on his work, heard her approaching. Without looking up, he called out,

  Esme groaned dramatically, throwing her arms up. she grumbled, her pout evident in her tone.

  Arashi chuckled, finally glancing at her. he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

  Esme pouted for a moment, Arashi gently cupped Esme's face, his eyes soft as he tried to comfort her.

  he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. His voice was warm, filled with reassurance. But then, Esme leaned in, her whisper sending a shiver down his spine. Her words hung in the air, bold and hot.

  Arashi’s playful bow was full of exaggerated flair, his hands sweeping sideways as if he were a true knight. he said, his voice dripping with mock solemnity. But as he lowered his head, the flash of memories with Lana hit him like a sudden jolt, the image of her teasing smile and the exact same playful moment with her stinging his gut.

  He quickly regained control, lifting his head and masking the shift in his expression. Esme, on the other hand, was blushing so intensely that her face looked like a boiled prawn, her hands fidgeting nervously as she tried to hide her flustered state. The tension between them hung thick in the air, a mix of humor and something more.

  Esme’s cheeks flushed deeper, her eyes darting away in embarrassment. she pouted, her hands flustered as she tried to hide her reaction. Her voice trembled slightly, the playful teasing mixed with the heat of her embarrassment making her heart race.

  Arashi straightened up with a smirk, his eyes twinkling as he noticed Esme’s flustered attempt to hide her embarrassment. he teased lightly, his tone playful yet full of intent. He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving her as he gently placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch firm but tender.

  A few moments later, Arashi tightened the final bolt on the connecting rod, his focus intense.

  Esme froze, her face turning a deeper shade of red. she stammered, nearly breaking down. Her words trailed off, her head spinning from the overwhelming embarrassment.

  Arashi couldn’t hold it in anymore. He burst into laughter, his deep chuckles echoing around the garage. The sight of Esme so flustered, so broken by her own words, only made his amusement grow. he teased, still grinning.

  Esme cried out, her face a bright shade of crimson as she tried to shake off her embarrassment. Taking a deep breath, she tried to regain her composure and shift her focus back to the task at hand, her voice now a bit more serious, though still slightly shaky from her earlier fluster.

  she said, her fingers running over the engine’s components as she spoke.

  Her confidence grew as she continued, her hands expertly moving over the parts.

  Esme’s voice took on a more technical tone as she explained.

  Her face softened slightly, a more focused glint in her eye now.

  She paused for a moment, letting out a frustrated sigh,

  Arashi knows there are more things to do with that engines.

  Esme’s eyes lit up at Arashi’s challenge, a spark of determination igniting in her. She stood taller, her earlier embarrassment forgotten as she leaned in closer to the VQ35DE engine, her mind racing.

  Her hands moved swiftly, and her tone became sharper, more confident.

  Esme tapped the side of the engine.

  She grinned, her voice full of excitement.

  Esme’s eyes gleamed as she leaned over the engine, her voice growing more intense.

  She stepped back, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead, her confidence now radiating.

  Arashi feels shiver runs down through his spine as Esme explained in detail, imagining how terrifying it will be in the race track.

  Esme's eyes widened slightly at Arashi's compliment, the praise causing her heart to skip a beat. She stood a little taller, a small but proud smile tugging at her lips. she replied, her voice laced with a mix of confidence and playful humility.

  Her gaze softened as she looked up at him, a hint of satisfaction in her expression.

  Esme smirked, her eyes narrowing with a teasing glint as she took a step closer to Arashi. she said, her tone dripping with a mix of challenge and excitement.

  She ran her fingers over the engine once more, her mind racing with ideas.

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  Her gaze turned intense, her voice dropping a notch.

  She leaned in closer, her voice now a low whisper.

  Esme stepped back, a proud smile on her face.

  She met his gaze, her voice taking on a playful edge.

  Arashi shouted as he's so excited to find this brilliant kid at her age. She's an expert at both speed and engine. In addition, also expert to accept any kind of challenges on bed.

  Esme's heart raced with excitement as Arashi's shout sent a thrill through her. She couldn’t suppress the grin tugging at her lips, her confidence swelling with every second.

  she teased, her voice growing sultry as she moved closer, her presence almost electric.

  She leaned in, her lips grazing his ear, her breath warm against his skin. she whispered, pulling away slightly to watch his reaction, her gaze burning with playful intensity.

  Arashi gulped, the rush of heat coursing through his body, but he maintained his cool, ever the master of control. His eyes locked onto hers, a calculated smirk forming on his lips as he bowed low with exaggerated grace. he said, his tone dripping with mock seriousness.

  Esme’s breath quickened, and she felt a sudden warmth spread through her womb and between her thighs, a flush creeping up her neck as Arashi’s knightly demeanor sent an unexpected wave of intensity through her. Despite herself, she could feel an unsettling tension building within, a heightened sensitivity she couldn't ignore.

  She shifted uncomfortably, feeling a warmth that wasn’t entirely from the garage’s heat. Her thoughts scattered as she tried to focus, but the way Arashi stood there, so composed, with that same teasing smirk, made it impossible to think clearly.

  she stammered, her voice betraying the fluttering feeling in her chest. The sudden awareness of him—the way his presence seemed to consume her—left her feeling uneasy in a way she wasn’t used to.

  Esme let out a small exasperated sigh, quickly breaking eye contact as she pretended to pout. she announced, her voice tinged with a mix of playful frustration and the need to regain composure.

  She walked away briskly, hoping the momentary distance would calm the overwhelming rush of heat she felt flooding her body. Reaching for the glass of water, she gulped it down like someone who’d been running for miles, her hands slightly shaky as she tried to settle her racing thoughts.

  Her cheeks remained flushed, and she took a deep breath, trying to ignore the strange, fluttering sensation that still lingered in her chest. It was just a brief distraction... she told herself. Just a break to clear her head.

  As Esme stepped away, Arashi stood still for a moment, the silence settling around him. He couldn’t help but exhale slowly, his mind trying to catch up with the whirlwind of emotions she had stirred within him. While Esme’s sudden departure gave him a chance to regain his own composure, it also gave him a moment to reflect on her brilliance.

  He ran a hand through his hair, still slightly shaken, but a deep admiration settled in his chest. Her knowledge, her confidence, and her ability to dive so deeply into the mechanics of the Z33’s VQ35DE engine had blown him away.

  It was rare to find someone who could match both his intellect and passion for performance—let alone someone so young. Arashi's mind replayed her words, the way she spoke with such conviction and expertise. A small, impressed smile tugged at the corner of his lips. he muttered to himself, still astounded by her drive and depth of understanding.

  He leaned against the workbench, gathering his thoughts, ready for whatever challenge she might present next.

  Arashi stood quietly, his gaze fixed on the engine in front of him. His mind wandered as the weight of his thoughts grew heavier.

  His hand subconsciously brushed against the edge of the workbench, where the black dress—carefully tucked away—was hidden from view. It was a silent reminder of her, something that only he knew was there. His fingers tightened briefly, a surge of emotion he quickly tamped down. This car wasn’t just a project; it was a bridge to her, a way to bring her presence back, even if only for a moment.

  He took a deep breath, forcing the emotions down, and let his focus return to the task at hand. Esme has no idea… he thought as he glanced over to her, who was still distracted by the engine. And that’s how it needs to stay.

  Arashi quickly reached for his phone, dialing a number with practiced ease. As the call connected, his voice was firm, no hesitation in his tone. Before the other side could even respond, he hung up, slipping the phone back into his pocket.

  Esme walked back in, having calmed herself after her break, the flush on her cheeks finally subsiding. Her curiosity sparked when she saw Arashi’s sudden change in demeanor. she asked, her tone light but inquisitive.

  Arashi gave her a quick glance, his expression steady but his eyes sharp. he replied briefly. He didn’t want to elaborate, knowing Esme would likely press for more details if he did.

  Instead, he turned the conversation back to their work, a slight grin tugging at his lips. His focus shifted back to the task at hand, the challenge ahead already rekindling his excitement.

  Esme tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing as she sensed the shift in Arashi's energy. His quick dismissal of the phone call piqued her curiosity, but she decided not to press him further. Instead, she crossed her arms, leaning slightly against the workbench, her gaze returning to the engine.

  she repeated, a sly grin curling on her lips as her fingers danced over the tools on the table.

  She turned her focus back to him, her eyes catching his with an almost challenging glint.

  Esme leaned in a little closer, her voice dropping to a near whisper.

  Her teasing tone was unmistakable, but underneath it was the quiet confidence of someone who knew exactly what she was capable of.

  Arashi answered shortly.

  Esme’s eyes sparkled with excitement as Arashi upped the ante, a challenge she couldn’t resist.

  She pulled out her phone and started tapping away, carefully choosing the best brands for each modification.

  Esme paused, her hands itching to keep going.

  Esme looked up from her phone, eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she ran through the final numbers in her head. She gave Arashi a confident, playful smirk.

  Without saying a word, Arashi grabbed his phone and quickly dialed his contact in Arizona.

  The man on the other end let out an exaggerated sigh.

  Arashi cut him off impatiently.

  As Arashi hung up, Esme’s breath hitched, her eyes widening in disbelief.

  Arashi’s voice was firm, yet there was a tenderness behind it.

  Esme staggered back, her heart racing as the weight of his words sank in. she whispered, her voice trembling.

  Arashi’s thoughts were a silent, painful echo in his mind.

  Esme felt a sharp sting of happiness in her chest, the overwhelming emotions threatening to consume her. Her vision blurred as tears threatened to fall, but she bit her lip, refusing to let them escape—at least not yet.

  TO BE CONTINUED.