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“How much does one make from a sale of that caliber?” I decide to question, trying to seem as not-nosey as I possibly can.
“Well, sales reps make anywhere from fifteen to twenty percent of the sale in commission, depending on what level of sales they’re in.” He types a few things into his computer before continuing. “The dealership gets sixty percent to go back into business and shit. Big boss gets about fifteen percent of that. The remaining usually goes to fees for shit like paperwork filing, title, the business office prep, and whatever fuck else you can think of.”
I look at him in shock. If he makes even the bare minimum on the sale he just pushed off, he makes more than most Americans make in a freaking year.
It’s not even eleven o’clock yet and homie just casually rakes in over sixty grand?
“You alright there?” he asks – locking up his desk drawers and powering down his desktop – noticing that I’m stuck in stupid surprise, most likely with money bags in my eyes.
“How many cars would you estimate you sell in…say a month?” I press my hands down on his desk, leaning over in anticipation for his answer. There’s no way he sells more than one or two.
“About seven or eight on a good month. Maybe three in the slower season. My highest sales month, I sold about fifteen cars. We get people from out of state who want what we got. Callan and his family have built a good rapport with families all over by doing business and doing it right.”
“Holy shit.” It’s meant to be a whisper but it slips out louder than I intend it to.
Jax chuckles at me. “Thinking about changing careers now?” he quips.
“And there’s how many sales reps here?” I look around trying to gauge who’s doing what.
“There’s about twenty total. Ten in shop, and about ten others that work remote and do the online and out of state shit.” Jax gets up from his desk and walks around to meet me on the other side.
I notice some of the other reps all have clients at their desks. I wonder what the most expensive car is and if any of them have sold it?
The lump in my throat starts to harden when I realize I am truly out of my element here. Then again, everything is out of my element. I don’t belong anywhere really.
“Do you know where Mr. David is?” I swallow hard, wanting to change the subject.
“He’s still making you call him Mr. David?” he jokes.
“Formalities,” I respond as I shrug my shoulders.
“Callan is in the shop out back, our mechanic called out today, and a client needed work done on his car as soon as possible,” Jax explains as he waves toward the general direction of the dealership’s shop. “I can take you back if you’d like,” he offers.
“No, that’s okay. Thanks, though. I want to get to know the lay of the land a bit more today, so I’ll find my way over there eventually.” I take a moment to think about the interaction we had the day before. Jax being all flirty with me and me purposefully flirting back to stir something up in front of Callan. Looking back, it was immature, but in the moment, I couldn’t control myself. It wasn’t fair to Jax, though.
“About yesterday,” I start, but Jax shakes his head at me.
“No sweat,” he says, reassuringly. “Callan is serious about his job and the policies that come along with it. His reputation is the only thing he cares about. Besides, I saw the way you looked at him.” He gives a knowing smile as he runs his hands through his golden strands of hair. His ice blue eyes bore into mine, but he’s right, it’s nothing like looking into Callan’s hazel eyes.
“Well, I promise it wasn’t my intention to tease you or flirt with you. Call it first-day-on-the-job jitters.” I try to avoid the way he basically just called me out for having a thing for Callan.Is it really that obvious?
“No worries.”
“Right, well I better get moving.” I give a little wave before walking past him toward the back of the building.
I find my way outside, past a bunch of used cars. I remember this part of the lot from when I was here the first time.Geez, I was not my best self that day.I pick up my pace a little, wanting to get away from that embarrassing memory immediately.
Behind the lot, I can make out what must be the mechanic shop. I hear clanging and whirring coming from inside and I make my way through the garage doors.
That’s when I see him.
My boss.
Callan has one arm holding up the hood of a sleek, vintage car, the other hand gripping firmly on a wrench. He moves quickly and with intention as he continues working on the engine, unaware of the fact that he now has an audience. His white button-up is tucked into his back pocket, and his body hangs over the front of the car as sweat drips down his gorgeous chest trailing to his abs. He’s solid. I can almost imagine running my fingers over the edges of his stomach right now.
His dark blue slacks stand no chance against the grease stains splattered across them, ruining the pristine look he usually flaunts. Then I notice his belt is half unbuckled.Headstrongby Trapt plays in the background which only adds to the sex appeal of this man. The sight of him sends beads of sweat down my back and my thighs suddenly feel tense as I try to control the heat that pools between them.Holy shit
It's hard to imagine him this way, all dirtied up, when he’s practically a billionaire – knowledge I got thanks to Jax.
