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He popped his shirt back and forth a few times. “Whew, you weren’t kidding.”
She headed to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. “Here ya go. And yeah. Landlord is on it.” She made air quotes with her fingers. “But it’s been four days now. Anyway, stand in front of a fan.” She pointed to the three various stand fans around the room. “I’ll be right back.”
Jess made a quick exit, and bounded up the stairs. When she got to her room, she closed and locked the door before leaning against it. She fanned her face still in disbelief he was downstairs, in her house. Every interaction with him had by far been the strangest she’d ever had.
She’d taken the relocation assignment as a way to spice up her life. To branch out and stop always playing it safe. Boring. Predictable. Just a couple of the words that had always been associated with her. Hell, her older sisters had a bet going on how quickly she’d cave and end up back at home. Covering her mouth to muffle her laugh, she wondered what they’d say if they knew she’d masturbated for show with a stranger. Acquaintance, she quickly reminded herself of their “upgraded” status.
An acquaintance that was currently downstairs roaming around her place, unattended. The thought made her push off the door, shed her robe and the towel. She tossed both on the bed, and she made quick work of rubbing on some lotion. After donning a simple tank and shorts, she piled her hair on top of her head and secured it with an elastic band. With her hand on the knob, she took a calming breath before exiting her room in search of Ryan.
Even from the back he was sexy. The dark blue tank he wore showed off his muscled arms. Jess had a thing for strong arms. She loved being enclosed in them and feeling secure. And that ass. It was hot as hades outside and the man had on jeans, but damn he filled out the back of them nicely.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting.”
He turned and flashed her that heart stopping grin. There needed to be some law about how many times he could disarm a person with that thing.
“It’s all good. I rifled through your mail. Looked in your cupboards...you know, typical nosy neighbor stuff.”
Jess took half a second to process if he was joking or not before she let out a small laugh. “Sorry to say, you wouldn’t have found anything interesting.”
Ryan gave her a long look and she had to mentally tell herself not to clench her legs together. She couldn’t be sure what he was thinking, though she desperately hoped it was him fucking her twenty ways to Sunday.
“I can help you out, ya know?”
Jess’ eyes went wide. Was he reading her mind or could he easily pick up on her arousal? “He...help me out with what?”
In one stride, he closed the space between them, and again gave her body a once over, lingering a little too long on her breasts. Jess didn’t need to look to know her nipples were hard as pebbles and most likely protruding prominently through her bra and shirt.
His teeth sank into his bottom lip and he released it with a low pop. “Your problem.”
Jess swallowed hard. “Which problem would that be?”
A beautiful set of pearly whites were put on display as a wide smile graced his face. “Your heat problem. For now. Later your other...issues could be up for discussion, if you like.”
My heat? What? Oh, the AC.
“Oh, that’s nice of you, but really I think a professional should do it. Last thing I need is the landlord having any excuse that this was somehow my fault.”
He nodded. “I’m good with my hands. And it’s kinda what I do. But I understand. So, plan B.”
Jess frowned. Hell, what was plan A? “And that would be?”
Just when Jess thought it was impossible for that damned sexy smile to get any sexier, she was proven wrong.
“Hanging out at my place.”
Chapter Four
Ryan
The wrinkle in her brow was downright adorable. “Why am I goin’ to your place?”
Ryan crossed his arms, and rubbed his chin with one hand. “Well, two reasons. One, I’d like to hang out with you, if you’re willing. And two, I’d like to do it in a place that doesn’t make my balls sweat.”
A frown tugged at her lips and she tapped her fingers on the granite countertop. He reached for his wallet, removed his ID and slid it toward her. It wasn’t much, but he hoped it would be enough to help her feel more comfortable.
“Take a picture.”
“What?”
