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The anger Ryan experienced that day returned when he recalled the incident. Ashley’s shocked look followed by her fucked up excuses made for a very surreal moment.
Jess’ eyes widened and she uncurled her legs. “Holy shit. Are you serious?”
’Fraid so. You’ve been around me. I’m a pretty laid-back guy, but yeah, lost my shit that night. Anyway, after that she called and texted me like crazy for like weeks then stopped all of a sudden, maybe a week before we met. Thought she’d finally taken the hint ’til she showed up.” He moved a little closer. “So, see, Peaches, I’m not a bad guy.”
The grin she tried to hide earlier freely spread across her face then dropped. “Wait, does that mean...was she successful?” She sat forward, moving within touching distance.
He placed his hand over hers. “Are you worried I’ve been trapped into fatherhood?”
“Well, yeah. We’re...friends, and that would be a shitty thing to have happen to a friend.” She removed her hand. “Not to mention it being a totally fucked up thing to do in general.”
The way she stumbled over friends wasn’t lost on Ryan. He pressed his lips together to suppress his smile.
“No need to worry, Peaches. My DNA is still all my own.”
Her face again contorted. “Why? I mean, you’re great and all...but if you two had only been hooking up...”
There was an implication dangling in the drop off of her question.
Try as he might, the smile Ryan fought against made its way forward. “You think I’m great?”
Her eyes rolled in response and he knew he needed to come clean. Not that he was hiding things, but his Georgia Peach deserved full disclosure.
“The mall where you’re gonna work...that’s my site. I’m foreman, but the company...it’s a family business.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “BB Construction, one of the largest commercial companies in the state, is my family’s business.”
The reaction he’d expected, the one he’d seen time and time again—the proverbial dollar signs ringing in her eyes—never came.
Instead, she nodded and stood, pulling the plastic shower cap free. Her dark hair sat twisted atop her head, streaked with white. “I have to rinse the conditioner out now. Um...thanks for stopping by and returning these.”
She leaned down to reach for her panties, but he kept them out of reach. He stood and shoved them back into his pocket. “Need help?”
The words were out of his mouth before he even could process saying them. He had no fucking clue about women’s hair, but he would sure as hell attempt to help if it meant he could ignore her dismissal of him. A chance to touch her again was an added bonus.
She did that mouth twist thing, and when she leaned her head to the side, the massive pile of hair slowly fell about her shoulders. “You want to help?” She raised a brow. “With my hair?”
He reached out and picked up one of the coated strands. “Sure, why not? I’m good with my hands.”
His comment was met with an appearance of her dimples and a quiet laugh.
She bit the corner of her lip and gave a little huff. “Fine.”
Without anoth
er word, she walked around the sofa and headed into her kitchen. He followed and leaned against the counter to wait as she turned the water on. She stuck her fingers under the stream, adjusting the lever more toward the hot side. This went on for a minute or so before she was satisfied with the temperature.
She started to bend but stopped. “No funny business.” She gave him a coy grin then leaned forward, putting her voluptuous ass on display.
Instant hard-on. He couldn’t help but stare at the glorious offering. Her shorts rode up and gave a teasing peek at the cheeks beneath and he found himself leaning to the side for a better view.
“Mr. Good With My Hands, I’m waiting.”
Her words snapped him to attention. He moved beside her, making sure he brushed his cock against her thigh, then proceeded to help rinse the white goop from her hair. The moans that passed her lips when he ran his fingers through and massaged her head made his dick jump. She had to be doing that on purpose.
Once satisfied all the stuff was gone, Ryan shut off the water, but didn’t move back.
She wrapped her wet curls in the towel and straightened. “Thanks.”
He stepped forward, semi-trapping her between him and the counter, and placed his hands over hers to take over the drying action. “You’re welcome.”
