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“I don’t find it surprising to learn that you have a severely limited social life.”
“I guess not all of us can be royalty.”
“Well, that’s obviously true.” She made a point of eyeing his grungy paint clothes that looked pretty good on him, but he didn’t need to know that.
He barked out a laugh. “Well, guess what, Queenie? Right now I’m going to stand here and watch you edge. And you’re not going to stop edging until I’m completely satisfied. Got it?”
She almost swallowed her tongue. He was insufferable and arrogant and…and completely making her hot…with anger, of course. She wanted to smother him with her mouth. At a complete loss of words, Luna let out a frustrated growl, before flipping around and stomping her way to the top of the ladder. Sam remained at the bottom, holding the sides. She was conscious of the fact that his face had never been so close to her ass before and her body was a few degrees from catching on fire. Having to do anything in this kind of environment was impossibly unfair.
Luna managed to place her brush on a cabinet, painting the same way as he did. For all the noise he made about painting the correct way, it was easy and her primer line was neat and precise. Huh. Guess painter’s tape wasn’t necessary after all.
“You’re left-handed?” he asked.
“Yeah. So?”
“Nothing.”
She swiped a hand above the area as though it was a big reveal. “Happy?”
“It’s fine.”
Liar. Her paint line was more than fine. She pushed her way past him down the ladder, handing off the paint cup and brush. No longer being confined between the ladder and his body, she already felt more in control. Flipping her ponytail over her shoulder, she said, “Now I’m going to watchyouedge all day, but don’t expect any gratification. I’m certainly not as easy to please.”
“I don’t find it surprising to learn you have impossibly high standards.”
“Standards. I just have standards. If you see them as high, that’s probably ayouproblem.”
“You remember that conversation we had when you asked me if I thought you were nice?”
“Yup.”
“This afternoon isn’t changing my mind,” he said.
“Mine either.”
“Fine. Maybe we can just work in silence then.”
“That’s the first thing you’ve said today that I actually like,” she replied.
He made a slow climb on the ladder but snapped his fingers once he reached the top. “Hat.” His hand was outstretched like he didn’t have any doubts she’d obey him.
Luna gritted her teeth as she scooped the baseball hat from the floor and flung it to him.
In a single graceful motion, he snatched the cap from the air, and slid it backwards on his head. “I don’t care what you think about my hat,” he responded, which irritated her even more.
For thirty minutes they worked in silence and, while it was peaceful, she grew tired of it. It was too quiet. Almost like Sam was ignoring her. If anything, it should be the other way around. She should be ignoring him. Whatever this was, it wasn’t right, and he didn’t deserve the peace of mind.
“Have you done this type of thing for any of the other apartments?” she asked.
“No.” Sam kept his eyes on his work. “No one else has any problem following the rules.”
Luna glared from where she sat crossed-legged on the floor. “You could have said no during the walk-through. I don’t know why you’re acting like all of this was sprung on you out of nowhere. When I said I wanted to do some renovations to the place, what exactly did you imagine that would entail?”
“I wasn’t exactly…” His words didn’t go any further.
“You weren’t exactly what?”
“I wasn’t exactly paying attention.” This was spoken as an annoyed confession.
