“So figure it out.” Casey yawned over the line, triggering an answering yawn in Jett. “Before you bite off someone else’s head.”
“You don’t think that woman deserved it?” Jett said, thinking about the snot of a saleswoman who had told Casey yesterday that her ass was too fat for her department—in so many words—and to go to the “women’s” department, a.k.a. plus-sizes. Not that there was anything wrong with plus sizes—it was how the woman had said it. And when it came to her sister, Jett could possibly be considered a little overprotective.
“Yeah, she was kind of a bitch.” A hint of irritation was in Casey’s voice as she responded to Jett. “Still, I’ve never seen you lay into someone like that before.”
Jett shrugged to herself then rubbed the remains of sleep from her eyes. “Whatever the case, I don’t have any male prospects at this time and I’m not picking some guy up at a bar.”
“There were some hot men at Danica’s party last night,” Casey said. “But you spent the night talking with the girls, which isn’t like you at all.”
“I did some checking before I wasted my time,” Jett said. “Married or gay, all of them.”
“Okay… What about online dating?” Casey started to cover territory they’d already been through before. “I’ve been thinking of trying it.”
“I don’t know, Case.” Jett frowned, thinking about her sister taking chances like that. “So many weirdoes out there. On the news I’ve heard of stalkers coming from online dating. I don’t think it’s worth it.”
Paper crackled on Casey’s end of the line, almost sounding like static. “I found a place that’s different from online dating. Every applicant is screened in person, videos are made, backgrounds checked …”
“And they cost a small fortune, right?” Jett stared at a particularly big crack in her ceiling. “And when you have a historic monument of a house that requires constant upkeep like I do, there isn’t a lot of cash left over at the end of the day.”
“Well, it’s something to think about.” Casey made a sound like a sigh. “I need to get ready to go to Mom’s so I’d better get going.”
“Give Mom a hug.” Jett pushed her hand through her hair. “Tell her I’ll stop by tomorrow.”
“Starbucks tomorrow morning?” Jett asked even though she knew the answer. She had coffee every morning with her sister before she went to her job as a bank teller.
Casey laughed. “Seven sharp.”
“See ya.” Jett punched the off button and rolled onto her side to look at the bedside clock. She was definitely having a lazy Saturday morning. Already ten-thirty and she was usually never in bed past six. Last night’s party had totally worn her out, and the four glasses of wine hadn’t helped.
“Henry.” Jett smacked her forehead with the heel of her palm. She’d forgotten that the repairman was due to arrive at any time. “Damn.” She tossed her blanket aside and scrambled out of bed. Her baby doll top slid from where it had bunched up around her waist, down over the matching silky black panties. She started toward the bathroom—she needed to get changed before Henry Johnson arrived.
The doorbell rang and Jett groaned as she grabbed her black shortie robe off the hook in the bathroom. So much for getting dressed. Her black hair was probably a disaster, her blue eyes bleary-looking, and her skin pale with no makeup.
What difference did it make? Henry wasn’t going to care what she looked like. The sixty-year-old man had seen her over the past couple of years in one state or another when he’d come to take care of fix-it projects as she needed them. One thing about having an older house was that there was almost always something that needed to be done.
She hurried down the stairs while she tied the robe’s belt. The champagne carpet was soft beneath her bare feet as she crossed the room to the front door and then opened it.
“Hi, Henry—” she started but then her mouth dropped open.
It wasn’t Henry who stood on her porch. Not at all.
In his place was a man so good looking that it made her heart beat faster. In a slow sweep of her gaze she took him in. A pair of well-worn Levis molded to his powerful thighs, a snug black T-shirt stretched across his broad chest, and a tool belt was slung low around his hips.
He had dark hair that was slightly wavy and was tall enough that Jett had to look up to meet his dark eyes. When she did she saw amusement in his gaze.
Heat flushed her cheeks as she realized she’d been staring. But what a delicious package he made, and if she wasn’t mistaken that bulge in his jeans was a good indication he was having the same reaction she was. She could just imagine what it would be like to have him in her bed, sliding between her thighs…
Jett’s cheeks grew hotter as he studied her, as if he knew what thoughts were going through her mind. Her nipples tightened and a thrill skittered low in her abdomen.
The man’s gaze traveled the length of her long legs to where her shortie robe brushed her thighs, then moved up to her slim waist before lingering on her breasts.
Ok, enough. Jett cleared her throat and their eyes met. The corner of his mouth turned up in a smile so sexy she almost couldn’t catch her breath. It dawned on her lust-crazed mind that she had no idea who this man was and why he was on her doorstep.
“Can I help you?” Jett managed to get the words out even as she thought of all kinds of ways she’d love to help this man.
“I think I’m here to help you.” He leaned one forearm against the doorframe and she swallowed hard as she followed the line of his arm, over every well-defined muscle. “Are you Jett Sanders?”
Jett mentally shook herself. “Yes.”
“I’m Noah Johnson.” He extended his hand. “Henry broke his leg yesterday afternoon, so I’m here to help you…with whatever you need.”
Automatically Jett took Noah’s hand. When she did she almost gasped out loud at the physical sensation that shot through her. Whatever I need? Right this way, I have something in the bedroom that needs looking at…
She jerked her hand from his and tried to steady herself. “Is Henry all right?”
Noah gave a nod. “Dad’s a little banged up, but he’ll be okay.”
“I’m glad he’s fine.” Jett took a deep breath and stepped aside. “Come on in.”
Noah’s gut tightened as he took one more long look at the beautiful Jett Sanders. Her hair was ruffled and she looked like she’d just woken up. She was a sexy little thing from her slim ankles and smooth, long legs to that silky robe that didn’t hide how hard her nipples were. His cock ached and he was relieved that she hadn’t slammed the door in his face when she got a good look at his package while she was checking him out.
He pushed away from the doorframe and closed the door behind him as he watched the sway of her hips and the way her long black hair slid over her shoulders. She had killer blue eyes and he pictured how she would look on her knees, those eyes looking up at him as she went down on his cock.
Damn. He was here to do services around the house, not have the house’s owner service him. Although it was a fucking hot fantasy.
“I have a few repairs and odds and ends that Henry was going to do for me.” Jett glanced over her shoulder as she spoke then turned and led him into a living room with three large windows. She gestured to a couch and he saw three curtain rods and sets of drapes. “I need these put up.”
“Sure.” Noah stopped in front of the couch. “What else do you have?”
“A few things other things.” She didn’t avoid his gaze as she spoke. “There’s a hole in the wall behind the laundry room door where the door knob went through. It needs patching and I also need a new doorstop.”
“Got it,” Noah said as they walked through the house and she pointed out the laundry room.
“The master bathroom’s faucet is leaking.” She gestured for him to follow her up the stairs and he sucked in his breath as he caught sight of a nicely rounded bottom clad in silky black panties beneath the robe.
Noah
adjusted his cock while she had her back to him. He was going to have to hurry through these repairs and get out of her house before he lost his ever-lovin’ mind.
She stopped at the head of the stairs and pointed toward a door. “That’s the master bedroom.” She cleared her throat. “Just go through there to get to the bathroom.”
He swallowed past the ball lodged in his throat as he reached the top of the stairs and saw that the tie on her robe had loosened, revealing her cleavage and the smooth skin of the swell of her breasts, just short of exposing her nipples. He wondered if she was trying to kill him on purpose.
“Last thing,” she was saying as he struggled to rein himself in. “I need these pictures put up.” She showed him several framed photos. “I can never get them to look straight so I decided I might as well let Henry take care of it.”
Noah got close enough to Jett that he could smell her light perfume. A mixture of flowers and musk that suited her perfectly.
Her robe slipped completely apart as she spoke and his cock went rock hard when he saw the sheer and tiny thing that was a poor excuse for a nightgown. Her nipples were large, her breasts full through the sheer black fabric.
“Oh.” Jett gave a little gasp when she saw him staring at her breasts again and discovered her gown was open. She hurried to tie it, her red cheeks telling him she hadn’t realized she was giving him a show.
And it had been a hell of a show.
“Is this what you do all the time?” She rushed through the words like she was trying to think of something to say to cover up her embarrassment. “Fix things?”
“I own a construction company.” Noah rested his hand on the stair railing. “I’m helping out my dad until he’s back on his feet.”
“Where do you want to start?” Jett said.
How about you showing me anything that needs to be fixed in your bedroom. I’d be glad to start there. Noah groaned inwardly. He had to get rid of these thoughts and get rid of them now.
“Wherever you’d like me to,” he said.
Jett’s robe started to slip apart again. “I suppose you can start with hanging the drapes.”
“You’ve got it.” He started toward the stairs. “Just need to get my tools and I’ll take care of it.”
“I’ll be in my bedroom.” Jett backed up, in the direction of the door to the master bedroom. “I need to shower and get dressed.”
Just her words gave Noah plenty of vivid fantasies to dwell on as he nodded and headed down the stairs.
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Meet Jaymie
Jaymie Holland is the romantic erotica alter-ego of New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cheyenne McCray. Jaymie’s work should always be handled with oven mitts!
Cheyenne’s books have received multiple awards and nominations, including
*RT Book Reviews magazine’s Reviewer’s Choice awards for Best Erotic Romance of the year and Best Paranormal Action Adventure of the year
*Three “RT Book Reviews” nominations, including Best Erotic Romance, Best Romantic Suspense, and Best Paranormal Action Adventure.
*Golden Quill award for Best Erotic Romance
*The Road to Romance’s Reviewer’s Choice Award
*Gold Star Award from Just Erotic Romance Reviews
*CAPA award from The Romance Studio
Cheyenne grew up on a ranch in southeastern Arizona. She has been writing ever since she can remember, back to her kindergarten days when she penned her first poem. She always knew one day she would write novels, hoping her readers would get lost in the worlds she created, just as she experienced when she read some of her favorite books.
Chey has three sons, two dogs, and is an Arizona native who loves the desert, the sunshine, and the beautiful sunsets. Visit Chey's website at CheyenneMcCray.com and meet up with her at Cheyenne McCray’s Place on Facebook!
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