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Damaged goods

... longer and eyeing him suspiciously at first, she eventually shrugged and reached for the handle. Ryan swept his rucksack from the front seat to the back and she climbed in, brushing a few strands of hair from her flustered face. "Thank you. Sorry about… y'know." "Understandable. Where are you heading?" "The other side of the city. Near Holbeck." "Not too far out of my way," Ryan lied, checking over his shoulder and setting off far slower than her previous driver. After the initial exchange, neither spoke. She was clearly seething and he wanted to give her time to process everything, so he concentrated mainly on the road. Perhaps a little on her legs. An Audi cut him up on the slip road and Ryan raised his hand in annoyance, muttering, "They're all out today." She continued to stare out of the window, short fingers fiddling with the strap of her bag in her lap. No rings, he noted as he traced his eyes from there up her buxom figure then returned his attention to driving. "Are you OK? Is there anyone I can call for you?" "No." "No you're not OK, or no I can't call anyone?" "Both." Ryan let the moment hang. "Look, I know it's none of my business, but if you want to vent, I'll listen. No judgement, I promise." She relaxed a little. "Thanks, it's OK. Really. Men can just be such-" she struggled for a word, settling on, "-dicks." Ryan nodded slowly, remaining silent. He used the opportunity of being on the dual carriageway to properly take in the brunette's features; bobbed hair ...

... framing chubby cheeks either side of a small mouth; dress probably snug when it was bought, clearly a size too small now, finishing mid-thigh to reveal tapered, bronzed legs. Undoubtedly fake tan. She'd definitely benefit from being more toned, but the slight bulges in the material didn't detract from her overall beauty. Any man who kicked her out of his car was a fool. As if reading his thoughts and without warning, she launched into a monologue over how she'd been wronged, every now and again interrupting herself to direct Ryan towards her house. Unlike him, she had a local accent - Leeds or one of its suburbs. Wakefield or Huddersfield at a push. It transpired the pair had been dating a little over a year and rented a place. She suspected he'd cheated on her while she'd been away, which had sparked the row when he picked her up from the airport. Ryan presumed her luggage was still in the back of the Golf. Or her boyfriend had chucked it down an embankment. The traffic slowed to a crawl and Ryan buzzed the window all the way down, dangling his arm out. "How long have you been away?" "Since the weekend." "So what do you do? No, wait, don’t tell me." He used the moment to look at her properly, making no apology for sweeping his stare the whole length of her body before resting his gaze in deep green eyes surrounded by too much mascara. "You're definitely a people person, in some sort of customer-facing, sales or commercial role. Too sassy for an accountant, too headstrong to be ...