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that?”
“Because you haven’t let a woman within ten feet of you in months.”
“If you only knew,” Wil murmured, too low for Andy to hear over the music. She flashed on the image of Jillian’s face as she climaxed and felt an answering tightness in her stomach.
“It’s not like you couldn’t have anyone you want. Especially after you spent most of last month sweating your ass off up on the church roof in your cargos and a tight white tee.”
“We were working. And it was hot,” Wil protested. “Besides, you were up there with me, and I don’t recall you wearing much more.”
“Sure. But I’m taken. And”—she pinched the spot on her side she referred to as a love handle—“I don’t have your rock-hard body.”
“Shut up.” Wil laughed and punched Andy’s arm.
“So what’s the problem? You’re not still pining after me, are you?” The reference to their relationship was a testament to how far they’d come. The jokes hadn’t been so easy in the first few months. But now that Andy was happily involved with someone else, they’d both put the past behind them and their easy camaraderie had returned.
Wil shrugged. “This town is so damn small. Everybody who’s single has been with everybody else. It just feels a little incestuous.”
“Yeah, we need some fresh meat around here.” Andy grinned and lifted her glass. “What about Jillian Sealy? She’s definitely got a fresh—”
“Andy,” Wil warned.
“What?”
“We’re working for her.” It certainly wasn’t the first time Wil had crossed a line physically with a client. But the few times she had, she’d kept it from her crew. And it had never been more than a mutual sharing of pleasure. She didn’t discuss her personal life, especially not her childhood. But despite the differences between them, something about Jillian invited her to open up. Even when she accused Jillian of condescending to her, Wil desperately wanted to change her mind, to prove she was worthy.
“Okay. But you have to admit she’s gorgeous.” Andy took a sip of her beer, then shrugged. “She’s probably a snob anyway.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Well, look at the way she dresses, all proper and perfectly creased. And that BMW sure wasn’t cheap.”
Wil had accused Jillian of being exactly how Andy was now assessing her. But for some reason, hearing Andy say it bothered Wil. Sure, Jillian’s wardrobe was designer, her car screamed money, and she had a swagger in her walk that said she was entitled to something. But Wil had touched her, had held her while she pled for more, then tumbled into orgasm. Wil couldn’t forget the passion she had seen beneath her cool exterior. Jillian Sealy had another layer, and Wil wanted to see it again.
Chapter Six
Get ready to sweat, folks, because we’re in for a hot, hot summer. Today we’ll have record high temps…
Jillian flipped the radio dial in search of music and, finding only a few options among the static, finally settled on a country station. She rolled up the sleeves of her old button-down shirt, then picked up a can of paint and poured some into a tray.
Within minutes she was immersed in the monotonous action of painting. Brad Paisley’s guitar didn’t quite drown out the rhythmic wet sound of the roller against the wall. She’d been fairly productive the previous week, completing some of her smaller projects while Wil’s crew worked in the kitchen. Though they saw each other in passing, by tacit agreement, they avoided being alone together.
But even with that distance, Jillian noticed far more about Wil than she wanted to. One day she’d wandered into the driveway while taking a break and found Wil there measuring the wood that would frame the new window. Wil’s eyebrows drew together in concentration as she pulled a pencil from behind her ear and marked the cuts. When Wil glanced up, for a moment, Jillian had been the subject of that intense focus. Without thinking
“Because you haven’t let a woman within ten feet of you in months.”
“If you only knew,” Wil murmured, too low for Andy to hear over the music. She flashed on the image of Jillian’s face as she climaxed and felt an answering tightness in her stomach.
“It’s not like you couldn’t have anyone you want. Especially after you spent most of last month sweating your ass off up on the church roof in your cargos and a tight white tee.”
“We were working. And it was hot,” Wil protested. “Besides, you were up there with me, and I don’t recall you wearing much more.”
“Sure. But I’m taken. And”—she pinched the spot on her side she referred to as a love handle—“I don’t have your rock-hard body.”
“Shut up.” Wil laughed and punched Andy’s arm.
“So what’s the problem? You’re not still pining after me, are you?” The reference to their relationship was a testament to how far they’d come. The jokes hadn’t been so easy in the first few months. But now that Andy was happily involved with someone else, they’d both put the past behind them and their easy camaraderie had returned.
Wil shrugged. “This town is so damn small. Everybody who’s single has been with everybody else. It just feels a little incestuous.”
“Yeah, we need some fresh meat around here.” Andy grinned and lifted her glass. “What about Jillian Sealy? She’s definitely got a fresh—”
“Andy,” Wil warned.
“What?”
“We’re working for her.” It certainly wasn’t the first time Wil had crossed a line physically with a client. But the few times she had, she’d kept it from her crew. And it had never been more than a mutual sharing of pleasure. She didn’t discuss her personal life, especially not her childhood. But despite the differences between them, something about Jillian invited her to open up. Even when she accused Jillian of condescending to her, Wil desperately wanted to change her mind, to prove she was worthy.
“Okay. But you have to admit she’s gorgeous.” Andy took a sip of her beer, then shrugged. “She’s probably a snob anyway.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Well, look at the way she dresses, all proper and perfectly creased. And that BMW sure wasn’t cheap.”
Wil had accused Jillian of being exactly how Andy was now assessing her. But for some reason, hearing Andy say it bothered Wil. Sure, Jillian’s wardrobe was designer, her car screamed money, and she had a swagger in her walk that said she was entitled to something. But Wil had touched her, had held her while she pled for more, then tumbled into orgasm. Wil couldn’t forget the passion she had seen beneath her cool exterior. Jillian Sealy had another layer, and Wil wanted to see it again.
Chapter Six
Get ready to sweat, folks, because we’re in for a hot, hot summer. Today we’ll have record high temps…
Jillian flipped the radio dial in search of music and, finding only a few options among the static, finally settled on a country station. She rolled up the sleeves of her old button-down shirt, then picked up a can of paint and poured some into a tray.
Within minutes she was immersed in the monotonous action of painting. Brad Paisley’s guitar didn’t quite drown out the rhythmic wet sound of the roller against the wall. She’d been fairly productive the previous week, completing some of her smaller projects while Wil’s crew worked in the kitchen. Though they saw each other in passing, by tacit agreement, they avoided being alone together.
But even with that distance, Jillian noticed far more about Wil than she wanted to. One day she’d wandered into the driveway while taking a break and found Wil there measuring the wood that would frame the new window. Wil’s eyebrows drew together in concentration as she pulled a pencil from behind her ear and marked the cuts. When Wil glanced up, for a moment, Jillian had been the subject of that intense focus. Without thinking
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