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THE LOOK ON her face when I said I’d help her shower is quite amusing. She pretends she’s insulted, but I’m pretty sure she’s intrigued. In fact, if I’m reading her body language right, she’s aroused. Her quick breathing, enflamed cheeks, and the way she’s biting her damn lip is compelling me to respond in a very savage way. It takes considerable effort to keep my wandering eyes off her incredible breasts when her excited nipples are shining through the thin fabric of her silly t-shirt like beacons of light.
When I re-enter the room, she’s bent over the dresser, rummaging through her drawer. Her heart-shaped ass, hitting my vision like a smack in the face. Nothing but a scrap of pink lace covers her voluptuous rear, and my dick is practically saluting her. Oh, the rude, dirty things I could do to that perfect, juicy ass. Focus you, idiot!
I can’t screw up this job by fucking a client, no matter how much I want too. The money is fantastic, and I’ll finally be able to afford a place of my own. I Just need to keep my fucking dick in my pants. Shouldn’t be a problem, right?
Clearing my throat, I hold up a plastic bag and a roll of grey Duct tape.
“Aaah…you’re not a serial killer, are you?”
The corner of my mouth quirks up at her cuteness. “Nah, I gave it up a long time ago. Now let me see your arm.”
She’s impressed with my handy work after I finish waterproofing her cast. I can’t help noticing the way her eyes focus on my forearms the entire time, and I think she may have even licked her lips once or twice.
“I can’t believe you thought of that.”
“I’ve had a few broken bones growing up as a kid, and I broke my radius and ulna once when I was in the Marines.”
“Marine’s…huh…that explains a lot.” She smirks at me. “You’re sure this is going to work, right?”
“This arm is more submersible than a submarine. Now get your fine ass in the shower. Breakfast is getting cold.”
I’m sitting at her kitchen table, texting Grayson, letting him know the security measures we’re taking will take most of the day to install. She enters the room in baggy grey sweatpants and a pink and grey flannel shirt, and damn if casual doesn’t look good on her.
She looks incredible.
I’ve always seen her dressed professionally for work, but I love this side of her. I’m picturing us lying on the sofa in casual clothes, lazy weekends, stealing kisses when she’s not paying attention. I can see myself having a relationship with someone like her. I can picture this woman in my life, but I’m not sure I can trust anyone with my heart again
“What’s wrong, princess?”
She slides out the chair next to me, taking a seat in a huff. “I had trouble putting my hair up in a ponytail.” She sulks, clunking her cast down on the table with a thump.
“I like your hair down.” I’m blushing as soon as I say it. Since when do Iblush? “Do you have a pair of scissors?”
She eyes me curiously.
“In the drawer next to the refrigerator, but you’re not cutting my hair,” she says, her voice wobbling, making me laugh.
“I’m not cutting your hair,” I scoff.
She glares at the coffee cup sitting on the table, licking her lips. “Is this for me?”
“Yes crabby-pants, I think you need it.”
She rolls her eyes.”I’m not crabby-pants, dammit. You’re making me crabby.” She pauses a moment and a cute little smirk springs on her face. “Okay, maybe I’m a little cranky…sorry.” She takes a sip from the cup after shooting me a playful scowl. “Mmmmm, Vanilla Latte…so good.”
Dammit, she’s killing me.
I slide my chair next to her, gently placing her arm on my thigh, and proceed to cut the bag off her cast.
“Dry as a bone,” I say, as she studies closely at what I’m doing.
“Thank you, Chase.” Her sweet smile is genuine, almost reaching her ears.
“So, what’s in there?” She eyes the bag like she has x-ray vision.
“A chocolate croissant with your name on it.” Her eyes light up like a Christmas tree.
I remove the pastry from the bag and place it in front of her, grinning when she wastes no time.
