by Rosanna Leo
Holy hell. He could see the outline of the globes of her buttocks through her overalls. She was tiny. Her hair was cut so aggressively short that he wondered if it was a statement. It exposed the long white nape of her neck. He’d always had a thing for necks. And she had proper biceps, like she could bench-press with the best of them.
She was taking off the temperature knob. Next, she dismantled the mixer valve. She worked carefully, methodically, moving with a natural ease as though she’d done the job a thousand times before. Then she started to hum to herself, a punk rock tune by Pennywise. She’s enjoying herself, he thought in amazement.
Without meaning to, he cleared his throat. She gave a start and turned around. Christ, she was pretty. He’d never expected her to be so attractive. She had a snub of a nose, and big green eyes like headlamps in her face. He found himself stepping forward. It was as if she’d put thousands of fish hooks into his skin, attached strings to them and was now pulling him toward his fate, one step at a time.
Now he was standing close to her, too close, uncomfortably so. He stared into her face. Her lips were deliciously full and plump and he imagined them sucking on his dick, which grew even harder.
She looked down and smirked. He glanced down too. Christ, his dick was pressing up against the towel like a tent pole, shaping the material around it. He pushed it back down but knew he was going to have to keep holding it because it was too stiff and throbbing to ever lie flat on his own.
The sexual chemistry between them was so strong that it shocked him. In a way, it was worse than any war or uprising because, for the first time in ages, he, Blake Stone was helpless. He didn’t have a clue what to do.
“Were you watching me?” The woman broke the silence.
What was with her tone? Where was the ‘yes, Mr. Stone’? The ‘I’m so sorry, Mr. Stone’? Where was the bowing and the scraping? She sounded amused and defiant.
“I was just checking that—” he began.
She raised an eyebrow. “What? That I was doing it right?”
“Actually, you look like you know what you’re doing.”
“Oh, actually I do, do I?”
Blake stared at her in wonder. Who was this snarling she-warrior? She was so hot she made his balls ache. He pictured stripping her in the shower and pulling her close, so close her tits pressed against him. He imagined her nipples, brown like acorns.
She said something, which he didn’t register.
“I’m sorry?” he muttered.
She shot him a cheeky grin. “I said you’ve got soap in your ear.”
To Blake’s horror, he felt himself blushing. He hadn’t blushed since elementary school. To his relief, Christa appeared in the bathroom, breaking the moment.
“Mr. Stone,” she said. “JJ’s waiting outside in the car.”
Blake sprang to his senses. Holy hell. The fundraiser.
He swiveled back to the plumber. “Can I have your business card?”
At least that way he could keep a log of who came into the house.
She hesitated as though she didn’t want to waste a card on him but realized that she probably should. When she passed it over, their hands touched and he drew back, shocked at the energy that had burned between them. He studied the card. The design was in red and black and was as bold and as gutsy as her. It said Tegan McCall—Proprietor—Fairview Plumbing.
“You’re the owner?” He was amazed.
Tegan’s eyes shot sparks.
She tilted her chin, clearly daring him to question her further, but, by now, Blake had experienced enough. He turned and hurried out of the bathroom as fast as his towel skirt would allow.
Just past the threshold, he heard someone snicker. He was sure that it hadn’t been Christa.
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About the Author
Rosanna Leo writes contemporary and paranormal romance. She is the First Place Winner of the 2018 Northern Hearts Contest (Contemporary Romance) for A Good Man.
From Toronto, Canada, Rosanna occupies a house in the suburbs with her husband and their two sons, and spends most of her time being tolerated by their cat Sweetie. When not writing, Rosanna works for her local library, where she is busy laying the groundwork to become a library ghost one day.
Rosanna loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website details and author profile page at https://www.totallybound.com