from the bed and ran downstairs, almost slipping on the bottom two steps when the leg of her lounge pants snagged her heel. She rushed to brew a pot of coffee.
Whirling like a dervish, she raced back up the stairs, tugging off her cami and pants as she went. She showered, shaved her legs and then dressed in crisp white shorts and a light blue tank with her blue striped bikini underneath.
She felt a little foolish putting more effort than normal into how she looked. On any normal weekend, she didn’t worry about her hair and makeup just to sit outside by the pool. But hey, what woman didn’t go the extra effort when some good-looking guy might give her a little attention. And Tyler had encouraged her to flirt.
Back in the kitchen, looking as presentable as possible, but without looking as though she wanted to make an impression, Angela moved across the tiled floor to the sliding glass door, a steaming cup of her favorite dark-roast coffee in each hand. She opened the door, ready to step out, when a wall of heat smacked her in the face. Already, the day was shaping up to be a scorcher.
Head down, careful of where she stepped, Angela strode in the direction of the noise, looking up as she got to the edge of the new deck. She promptly tripped over her own two feet, damn near spilling hot coffee down the front of her pretty top. She managed to right herself before any real damage could be done. Connor appeared to be distracted, fighting with a screw. He didn’t seem to have heard or seen her clumsy approach and near miss.
Holy mother of God. The man stood with his back to her, assembling the frame for the first privacy panel. In deference to the heat, he had shed most of his clothing. Today he wore a pair of frayed, cut-off denim shorts. They were so faded and soft looking. Her hands twitched to touch them, to rub her finger along the frayed edge.
She tightened her grip on the mugs and dragged her eyes up to the top of his head, where he had tied his hair back from his face with a blue bandana. Given the span of his shoulders and his chiseled build, she had to wonder where he bought his shirts. His back narrowed down to a trim waist. And then there was that fabulous, perfectly shaped ass, supported by solid thighs. Not an ounce of unwanted fat to be seen anywhere.
She couldn’t wait for him to turn around. Her mouth watered in anticipation. She hadn’t appreciated his toned physique yesterday when they swam in the pool, as most of it remained hidden under the water at the time. And of course that view of him in his wet briefs had left her parched. Did he work out to get that body or did he come by it through genetics?
Regaining control of her senses, she uttered a little cough to announce her arrival. When he turned around, he very nearly got a repeat performance of her close call.
He beamed, wowing her with the brilliance of his smile. “Good morning.”
The cadence of his voice, smooth as melted chocolate, flowed right over her. He put down the drill and walked over. Leaning close, he relieved her of one of the coffees.
“Thank you,” he said in that soft, warm tone.
“No problem.” She gulped. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in some air. He smelled as wonderful as he looked—hot, sultry, and a hint of cologne. She stopped herself from slanting in too close, regardless of how much she desired a good whiff. It took effort, but she retreated, taking a couple of steps backward to a safer zone.
“I wasn’t sure how you took your coffee, so I’ve left it black, but I’ve got cream, milk and sugar.”
“Black is fine.” He plopped down on his butt, his legs hanging over the edge of the deck, and sipped from his cup. Peering at her from over the rim, he winked.
She gasped, catching a glint of humor in his eyes. Judging by that smug look, the bastard knew he frazzled her, and he enjoyed teasing her.
Angela took another two steps away, hoping the distance would give her the space she needed to gather her
Whirling like a dervish, she raced back up the stairs, tugging off her cami and pants as she went. She showered, shaved her legs and then dressed in crisp white shorts and a light blue tank with her blue striped bikini underneath.
She felt a little foolish putting more effort than normal into how she looked. On any normal weekend, she didn’t worry about her hair and makeup just to sit outside by the pool. But hey, what woman didn’t go the extra effort when some good-looking guy might give her a little attention. And Tyler had encouraged her to flirt.
Back in the kitchen, looking as presentable as possible, but without looking as though she wanted to make an impression, Angela moved across the tiled floor to the sliding glass door, a steaming cup of her favorite dark-roast coffee in each hand. She opened the door, ready to step out, when a wall of heat smacked her in the face. Already, the day was shaping up to be a scorcher.
Head down, careful of where she stepped, Angela strode in the direction of the noise, looking up as she got to the edge of the new deck. She promptly tripped over her own two feet, damn near spilling hot coffee down the front of her pretty top. She managed to right herself before any real damage could be done. Connor appeared to be distracted, fighting with a screw. He didn’t seem to have heard or seen her clumsy approach and near miss.
Holy mother of God. The man stood with his back to her, assembling the frame for the first privacy panel. In deference to the heat, he had shed most of his clothing. Today he wore a pair of frayed, cut-off denim shorts. They were so faded and soft looking. Her hands twitched to touch them, to rub her finger along the frayed edge.
She tightened her grip on the mugs and dragged her eyes up to the top of his head, where he had tied his hair back from his face with a blue bandana. Given the span of his shoulders and his chiseled build, she had to wonder where he bought his shirts. His back narrowed down to a trim waist. And then there was that fabulous, perfectly shaped ass, supported by solid thighs. Not an ounce of unwanted fat to be seen anywhere.
She couldn’t wait for him to turn around. Her mouth watered in anticipation. She hadn’t appreciated his toned physique yesterday when they swam in the pool, as most of it remained hidden under the water at the time. And of course that view of him in his wet briefs had left her parched. Did he work out to get that body or did he come by it through genetics?
Regaining control of her senses, she uttered a little cough to announce her arrival. When he turned around, he very nearly got a repeat performance of her close call.
He beamed, wowing her with the brilliance of his smile. “Good morning.”
The cadence of his voice, smooth as melted chocolate, flowed right over her. He put down the drill and walked over. Leaning close, he relieved her of one of the coffees.
“Thank you,” he said in that soft, warm tone.
“No problem.” She gulped. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in some air. He smelled as wonderful as he looked—hot, sultry, and a hint of cologne. She stopped herself from slanting in too close, regardless of how much she desired a good whiff. It took effort, but she retreated, taking a couple of steps backward to a safer zone.
“I wasn’t sure how you took your coffee, so I’ve left it black, but I’ve got cream, milk and sugar.”
“Black is fine.” He plopped down on his butt, his legs hanging over the edge of the deck, and sipped from his cup. Peering at her from over the rim, he winked.
She gasped, catching a glint of humor in his eyes. Judging by that smug look, the bastard knew he frazzled her, and he enjoyed teasing her.
Angela took another two steps away, hoping the distance would give her the space she needed to gather her
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