Saved By The Firefighter
Chapter 48

Josie's Point of View.

I have never been so angry, and sexually frustrated in my life. All afternoon, Anders had watched me, a small smile never far from his face, his eyes permanently dilated. It had driven me wild with desire, so much so, when he gave me the burger, I couldn't wait a second longer to have him. But then, the arrogant arsehole, had turned the tables on me, giving me the slightest taste of him, then telling me to wait!

I HATE HIM.

Oh, who am I kidding? Absolutely nobody, I do not hate him, not one little bit, but he frustrates the hell out of me. He had tried to hold my hand, but I pulled it away, so angry at this game he is playing. However, now I want to hold his hand, but I am far too stubborn to reach out, and he has that god damn sexy smirk on his face, as if he knows, and is a chatty Cathy to everyone, shaking their hands, smiling, keeping himself a safe distance from me. f**k! He is punishing me for not holding his hand, and the sad part is, it is working!

Joanne rounds the corner, as she begins to tidy the food away.

"Hi, Josie, they are waiting for you at the stocks." She grins at me.

"Who has been soaked already?" I asked

"Just Headache, unusually he was happy about it." Joanne laughs, knowing what I did to him with the Fireman Sam suit.

"Yeah, well, he was being over the top with Wayne about his accent." I shrug, I am not sorry.

I head out onto the field and walk off towards the stocks, if Anders wants to play hard to get, well, two can play that game. I have a cunning plan!

Giggling away to myself I look at the boss who was up next for a soaking, Wayne opens the stocks and puts him in, Ben walks over with Lucy, carrying more ice-cold buckets of water. The kids line up, and each through a soaked sponge at the boss, as he laughs, his young grandson loving every second of it. Then of course we take a turn, and I make sure my sponge is extra wet, the water dripping down my white top, making it see through as I aim. I see Anders staring, oh yes, this little plan of mine is going to work a treat. After totally drenching our Station Officer, I volunteer to go next, knowing full well by the time they are all finished, my top will be completely transparent ... take that Anders-f*****g-Maxwell.

I stick my head through the large centre hole, each arm through the ones at the side, and wait for the little ones to dispense their wet sponges at my face. Of course, most of them miss, but then it is the turn of my colleagues and I brace myself for the onslaught. First up is Headache, obviously wanting revenge, but rather than get a sponge he picks up a full bucket of the ice-cold water and dumps it straight over my head, making me shriek out a little bit.

"I will give you that one Headache." I laugh as he steps to the side with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Next up to the plate, is the boss, who throws a couple of sponges, which make purchase with my face. Laughing I nod at him. "Good shot boss," I shout.

Ben comes next, for all he is a big guy he is a gentle soul, so he doesn't put much force into his throw's, Lucy takes her turn, and misses me completely, then Wayne comes over, and grabs a hand full of sponges, throwing them all at once, only one hitting me, not quite sure what the purpose of that was, but it makes my t-shirt wetter, so am all on board for that. Davey comes next, as little Andy laughs and claps his hands together. Passing the sponge to the little man, Davey wheels his chair right underneath my face, as Andy throws it upwards, hitting me front and centre.

"He has a better aim than Wayne." I laugh.

Davey then picks up another sponge and wipes my face with it, before throwing it back into the bucket, Twinkle arrives, his 'Mrs. grumbling, as he picks up a sponge and misses completely, much to the hilarity of everyone watching, other than his 'Mrs!' of course. Laughing I look up to see the sexiest sight ever, Anders, stood his black t-shirt moulded to his chest, his long knee length cut off denims, and once more, it is not just my t-shirt that is wet. I can see the evident bulge in his trousers as he looks at my now see-through t-shirt, his eyes wide with l**t. He takes a sponge, and throws it, hitting me perfectly, but without much force, then walks over, and nods at Wayne to let me out of the stocks. Joanne stands with a towel, as I move out, literally dripping wet. Anders takes the towel, and instantly wraps it around my top half, making sure nobody can see through my top. He lets out a low growl in my ear.

"f**k Josie," he hisses at me.

I let out a little giggle.

"Your turn, then we can get going." I smile at him, seeing how much he is struggling, he is about to struggle more when I remove this towel, to throw buckets of water at him.

Nodding his head, Anders makes his way to the stocks, as Wayne clamps him in. I let Lucy go first, and she manages a great hit on his face, as she jumps up-and-down squealing with delight. Ben chuckles and brings her in for a hug, and Anders laughs. "Lucy, just so you know, you will pay for that tomorrow. I am leaving you in charge of the office all day, I am taking a personal day," he states, then winks at me.

Okay, so my anger has now disappeared like someone has shouted, 'Abracadabra' and I find my heart picking up speed, as I think of not only the whole night tonight, but full day and night tomorrow, along with two other nights before I return to work. I remove my towel that is wrapped around me, then with a wide smile, and a raise of my eyebrow, I pick up another bucket of ice-cold water, and walk over to Anders stuck in the stocks.

"I think you are far too dry." I grin at him.

He lets out a low moan, as he fixates on my wet top, my n*

s sticking out, part from the cold water, but mostly because this man does things to my body. Then with a smirk on his face shakes his head at me, as I tip the bucket all over him
Laughing, as the kids and my work colleagues all douse him with cold wet sponges, Anders is finally free from the stocks. As he steps away, I feel like I have lost the ability to breathe, his t-shirt clings to every muscle, his hair wet, pushed back with his fingers. I let out a soft moan, as Joanne turned to me. "Sorry, but I am totally perving your boyfriend." She laughs.

"Don't tell him, but so am I," I whisper to her.

"Oh, there is no need to tell him, the pheromones are seeping out of you, so he knows, along with everyone else in a ten-mile radius." Joanne giggles.

I smile, shaking my head at her.

"So, you are going to be working two days a week helping the boss, I bet you ten quid you will be on your knees under his desk before the end of the first month," I quip back.

"Now that is the easiest tenner I will ever make, because that fine example of a stud muffin is not interested in me, trust me." Joanne shrugs, then steps away as Anders walks over to me.

"I suppose you think that was funny?" Anders states, his baritone voice low and husky.

"Yeah, what are you going to do about it?" I sass back at him.

Leaning in, I feel his hot breath on my cheek as he whispers low in my ear.

"You will see, and you will enjoy it."

s**t, now I am really turned on.

"Josie, you get yourself away, we will clear up, you and Anders were here setting up before everyone arrived," The boss shouts over, then looks to Joanne.

"I am sure we can manage this," he states with a smile, and hell if the woman didn't go bright pink as she nodded.

"Thanks boss, see you all Wednesday," I shout and wave at the guys.

Anders grabs hold of my hand as we head towards our cars.

"I will drive slowly so your little ford fiesta can keep up." He grins at me.

I shake my head, rolling my eyes at him.

"Yeah, yeah, leave Betty alone, at least she doesn't make me look like I am having a mid-life crisis." I grin back at him.

Anders chuckles at me.

"Just wait till I get you home Josie!"

I shrug one shoulder, then jump in my car, as Anders heads to his. I will never admit it, but in this heat, I am kind of jealous of the fact that he has the top off his car.

Spinning the car around, I wait for Anders, so I can follow him. He sits, frowning, as he tries and fails to start the engine of his Porsche.

The whirring of engine starts up again, but nope, it is not firing. I watch on laughing as I see him getting more and more frustrated with the car.

He jumps out, looking at the thing scratching his head. Headache walks over, and chats to Anders, and I open my door.

"Problem?" I grin at him.

Headache is joined by Ben and Davey, as they all look at the car, their head in the engine at the back.

"Your starter motor has gone," Headache announces.

"f**k," Anders hisses.

"We can push it into the back garage, we will let the watch know, if you want to organise a mechanic to collect it. Or if you like, order the part, and I will fix it for you." Headache smiles. I can see by his eyes Headache really wants to fix the car. Boys and their toys.

"Headache is good, he fixes the engines, he used to be a mechanic before becoming a firefighter," I reassure Anders, who's vein is throbbing in his temple he is so annoyed.

"Yeah, cheers mate." Anders nods clearly pissed off.

"Come on, we will push it into the garage," Ben shouts.

I stand leaning against my car, Lucy and Kathline join me as we watch our big strong men push the car, their muscles straining. Each of us are practically drooling, as we watch. "Now, that is a sight I could watch every day." Kathline sighs, tilting her head to one side, to get a good look at Davey's bum as he is bent over pushing the car. "Yeah." Lucy agrees as she watches Ben, licking her lips.

"Definitely." I let out a soft moan, my eyes fixed on Anders arm muscles as he pushes the car.

"You bunch of pervs." Joanne laughs. "But it is a sight to behold." She shrugs as the boss begins to help as well.

All four of us giggle like naughty school children, as Anders looks over to me, and reading my reaction like I was a book, winks at me.

The car moved to safety, Anders jogs back over to me.

"Sorry, guess we are going in your car," he states.

I look at my fingernails and raise an eyebrow.

"Say sorry to Betty for your comment about her not being able to keep up," I state,

"You are kidding," Anders growls at me, shaking his head.

"No, you hurt her feelings, say sorry and she will take you home," I smirk.

"It's a car Josie, it doesn't have feelings." Anders shakes his head.

"Oh, I beg to differ, now say sorry to Betty, and I will drive us to yours." I grin at him.

Shaking his head and letting out a low growl of annoyance, Anders turns to my car.

"I am sorry Betty for hurting your feelings; there, can we go now?" Anders huffs.

Kathline, Lucy, and Joanne all snicker as they hear our exchange.

"Yes, we can, but why did you say sorry to a car Anders, that is just really weird," I shout, so everyone can hear.

Anders growls at me, rolling his lips in annoyance, as I giggle, and open the car door.

"You are so going to pay for that, and everything else from today," Anders groans at me.

"Oh, I am counting on it." I giggle, then start my working car, and we head off towards Cleadon Village.