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“We’ll do the kitchen and hallway today, and leave the bedrooms and your office for tomorrow,” Adrian says with a business-like tone. “I can have the guys move your stuff once the flooring is laid in here.”
“Wait, you’re doing all of this flooring today?” I ask confused, because when I did get around to calling places, I was quoted that it would be at least a couple of weeks.
“I’m sure you were hoping to see me work up a sweat in your home for at least a week,” he pauses with a cocky smirk on his face, “but when you actually have someone who knows what they’re doing, it’s amazing how fast you can get the job done.” He raises a brow and I feel heat prickle at my neck, just as a bead of sweat drips between my breasts.
“That’s funny, because I thought it wasn’t how fast you could do it but how well,” I smirk back at him. “It’s kind of like that jack hammer you got there,” I point to the tool in Adrian’s hand. “It’s not the size, but how you use it.”
Adrian’s eyes lower to my lips, but Finlay knocks into him playfully, probably on purpose to get him back to work as he walks by, pulling his attention away from me.
“I’ll be working in my office,” I say, hooking my thumb over my shoulder down the hallway.
Once inside my office, I pull open my laptop and log in, checking my calendar. Immediately an instant message window pops up from Miles, asking if I’m in the hospital with the swine flu. It’s funny and tragic that he thinks I’d still be working even if I was in the hospital, but the truth is, he’s probably right.
Everything I need is in my office now. The mini fridge Beth got me last year for Christmas comes in handy since I can’t access anything frommykitchen.
Minutes later I’m on our Monday morning senior officer meeting when the jack hammering starts.
“What is that?” someone asks, and before I have a chance to speak, music blares, drowning out the jack hammering.
“Is thatAC/DC?” Lewis asks.
An instant message pops up from Miles,
M: I’m equally disgusted and impressed he knows who AC/DC is.
His message causes me to chuckle out loud that I try to suppress with my hand over my mouth.
“Sorry, I’m having new flooring put in,” I explain.
“What kind of people did you hire, Lake?” Lewis says haughtily with his irritating voice.
“Apparently, people who have good taste in music,” I say. “Let me put you on mute for a few moments.” I message Miles to take notes as I get up from my desk and make my way down the short hallway before I’m cut off but by plastic blocking the exit. Not knowing how to get past it, I stand there as if I’m trapped in a bubble with no way out.
The kitchen is filled with white dust as Adrian chips away at the tile using the jack hammer. His whole body vibrates with the tool, forearm muscles tight, biceps stretching the sleeves of his t-shirt and a sheen of white dust covering his olive toned skin. As if he senses me watching him, he looks up from his task and switches off the machine, peering at me through clear goggles.
Adrian makes his way over, gently removing the tape holding the plastic to the wall from his side. It’s only then that I realize if I wanted to get out, I would have had to rip it.
“Are you hosting a fuckingAC/DCconcert in here or ripping out my tile?” I ask, annoyed.
Even though his mouth is covered by a mask, I can tell he’s smiling by the crinkle of his eyes. He turns toward Moe who is scooping up the broken tile and throwing it in a garbage bin that’s been rolled into the house, making the universal sign to cut off the music. Moe makes a sad face but turns it down to a normal level and Adrian pulls down the mask, his lush lips pulled into a smirk.
“Do you speak that way to all the men who work for you?” he asks, completely unfazed by my irritated attitude.
He shifts his weight, placing his hand against the wall above me. Opening my mouth to tell him off, he effectively cuts me off by saying, “I bet when you do, they’re thinking about bending you over their desk and fucking that attitude right of you,” he pauses to rake his eyes over me, “just like I am right now.” His eyes darken as he snaps the mask back over those defiant lips.
My mouth opens and closes in shock at his dirty words, but there’s a part of me that wants him to haul me into my office right now, bend me over my desk, and fuck me so hard I scream his name for the whole senior management to hear.
He steps forward an inch and my body tenses, nerves firing at his nearness. Just as I think he might actually pick me up and haul me into my office, he grabs the edge of his shirt and lifts it to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and my eyes drop to his hard flat stomach, the tattoo snaking around his rib cage.
Licking my lips while sweat drips down the small of my back, Adrian clears his throat and my eyes flick back up to his, revealing an amused smirk. Adrian being in my home is very dangerous.
Wondering what Finlay and Moe think of our exchange, I glance in their direction and both turn their heads away guiltily and busy themselves with broken tile and baseboards. I cross my arms over my chest and jut out my hip as I slide my eyes back to Adrian, his heated gaze mirroring my own. I’m becoming increasingly aware of how much I like being in his company, and how his persistence is slowly chipping away at all my reservations.
I’m having fun.
“Just try to keep it down,” I say with a smirk playing on my lips as I turn around and head back to my office.
Slipping my headphone back on, I prop my feet up on the edge of my desk using a loose piece of paper to fan myself and listen to the last ten minutes of the meeting.
