Friday Five — Army Crawls and Nervous Stomachs

It’s Friday, so it must be time for The Friday Five writing prompt! Five different words each week to get the creative juices flowing. To visit the other participants, click here.
This week’s words are: sit, portion, fiber, inflate, beef
This continues last week’s post here.

Army Crawls and Nervous Stomachs

There… sitting just over there was her gorgeous rock-climbing, mud swimming, best vehicle ever. It looked in perfect shape and hopefully no one had opened any doors or cracked any windows and let Fred out. She all but army crawled over, scared to death she was going to set off an alarm somewhere and release the hounds.
Carly reached under the rear bumper to grab the spare key she had hidden there, but just as she pulled it out, the case was grabbed out of her hand. She squeaked and spun around on her knees, coming face to thigh with the person who now had access to her car. And Fred. She raised her gaze inch by inch until she came to his face, admiring each bit of muscle as she did. The guy was beautiful. And huge, at least compared to her 5’2″ body. She wiped the adoration from her face. He didn’t need anyone to inflate his sense of self worth. He had to be aware of how stunning he was.
“How did you get in here?” He demanded, then held out the key. “And why are you breaking into this car?”
Carly got to her feet and took a breath to bolster herself, trying to tamp down her nerves and roiling stomach. Surely there was a little brave in there somewhere. “It’s not breaking in if I have the key. Besides, it’s mine.”
“That gorgeous chuck of steel is yours?” Mr. Beefcake gestured toward the Land Cruiser, admiration reflected on his face. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for the type.” He shook his head. “No matter, you need to come with me. Even if it’s your vehicle, which I still need to verify, you still broke into the lot.”
Carly took a few steps, but her nerves got the best of her and she swallowed to keep from gagging. “My stomach hurts.”
Mr. Beefcake gave an eyeroll that clearly indicated he didn’t believe her. “Maybe you should add a little fiber to your diet. Now come this way.”
She tried, she really did, but from the time she was tiny she’d had a nervous stomach. One more step forward was all it took to lose her lunch all over his boots.
He glanced down at the mess, then up at her and back down.  “That’s a whole lot of vomit. How did all that come from you?”
She blinked and swallowed, the taste nearly making her puke again.
“Maybe you should shrink your portion sizes a little.”  He shook off one boot, then the other.  “Office is this way. I’ll get you some water while we sort this out.”