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Authors: Anne Lange
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focus on supplier requirements and software specifications, but knowing Connor worked just outside, only steps way, dragged her attention from the computer screen to the window.
If he were to make a move on her, she’d have a hard time resisting. How often did a woman get to experience a fantasy like this? The whole contractor-dude-does-housewife thing? Hello—straight out of a romance novel. And she had her husband’s permission to act on it. How many signs had to whack her over her head?
She grabbed her book, a bottle of water, towels, including an extra one for Connor, and stepped out the patio door and into the yard. She walked straight over to her lounger near the pool, congratulating herself on avoiding even one single glance in his direction. She happened to have excellent peripheral vision, however. The man appeared to like his work. Sweat dripped down his body as he hummed along to music playing through the ear buds tucked into his ears.
Spreading her towel over the cushion, she lay down and stretched out. Using the book as a prop, she sneaked peeks over in his direction. With noon around the corner, she figured he’d be stopping for a lunch break any time now.
Sure enough, after ten minutes all work noise ceased and Connor sauntered over with a small cooler in his hand and settled himself into a chair opposite hers. “Do you mind if I sit here while I have some lunch?”
“Not at all. Make yourself comfortable. Go for a swim if you’d like. You must be hot after working in this heat all morning.” Could she stop blabbering now? “I brought you a towel, just in case.”
“Thanks. Maybe I’ll take a quick dip first to get some of this dust and sweat off.”
He stood, walked to the edge of the pool and executed a shallow dive. Today he kept his shorts on, leaving her speculating on what she’d find under them.
After a few laps, he climbed out, water dripping from his sculpted body as he strode across the wooden deck and returned to his chair. She handed him the towel so he could dry his face. “What are you reading?”
“Oh, it’s only a romance novel.” She knew she blushed as she put the book aside and picked up her bottle of water.
“I’ve always wondered, is it the romance women crave? Or is it the down and dirty sex?” His eyes seemed to be filled with genuine curiosity.
Such a question from a man like him seemed odd. “It’s both, I guess, and more,” she said. “I think we want to have it all. The romantic gestures, the happily ever after—and sure, the sex, the fun that can go with it, and, of course, the great looking guy delivering the goods.” She laughed, a nervous twitter while the devil on her shoulder egged her on. “We like to be flirted with, and part of the fun comes from knowing some of it’s naughty, and some of it maybe a wee bit dangerous.”
“I see.” He gave her a secretive smile.
“What?”
“Nothing. Just interesting.” His mischievous grin left her confused, as he opened his cooler and retrieved his lunch.
“Want to share?” He held half of his sandwich out to her. “It’s roast beef.”
“Thank you.” She took the proffered sandwich and lifted it to her mouth, unable to take her eyes off him as he returned to his seat. He seemed to have the same problem. His were heavy as he watched her take a bite. They roamed her body in a lazy pattern, making her skin tingle as though touched. The man oozed sex appeal.
They ate in silence. A dog barked somewhere nearby. A car backfired.
She finished her half of the sandwich and sipped from her water bottle. She started feeling a tad hot just sitting. His heated gaze didn’t help matters. Deciding to cool her flaming libido, she stood, almost ran to the pool, and jumped in.
Feeling safe under the surface, she swam to the other side before popping back up. When she turned around, however, she struggled to contain a tiny squeak. Connor had slipped into the water. He moved toward her, his steps languid
If he were to make a move on her, she’d have a hard time resisting. How often did a woman get to experience a fantasy like this? The whole contractor-dude-does-housewife thing? Hello—straight out of a romance novel. And she had her husband’s permission to act on it. How many signs had to whack her over her head?
She grabbed her book, a bottle of water, towels, including an extra one for Connor, and stepped out the patio door and into the yard. She walked straight over to her lounger near the pool, congratulating herself on avoiding even one single glance in his direction. She happened to have excellent peripheral vision, however. The man appeared to like his work. Sweat dripped down his body as he hummed along to music playing through the ear buds tucked into his ears.
Spreading her towel over the cushion, she lay down and stretched out. Using the book as a prop, she sneaked peeks over in his direction. With noon around the corner, she figured he’d be stopping for a lunch break any time now.
Sure enough, after ten minutes all work noise ceased and Connor sauntered over with a small cooler in his hand and settled himself into a chair opposite hers. “Do you mind if I sit here while I have some lunch?”
“Not at all. Make yourself comfortable. Go for a swim if you’d like. You must be hot after working in this heat all morning.” Could she stop blabbering now? “I brought you a towel, just in case.”
“Thanks. Maybe I’ll take a quick dip first to get some of this dust and sweat off.”
He stood, walked to the edge of the pool and executed a shallow dive. Today he kept his shorts on, leaving her speculating on what she’d find under them.
After a few laps, he climbed out, water dripping from his sculpted body as he strode across the wooden deck and returned to his chair. She handed him the towel so he could dry his face. “What are you reading?”
“Oh, it’s only a romance novel.” She knew she blushed as she put the book aside and picked up her bottle of water.
“I’ve always wondered, is it the romance women crave? Or is it the down and dirty sex?” His eyes seemed to be filled with genuine curiosity.
Such a question from a man like him seemed odd. “It’s both, I guess, and more,” she said. “I think we want to have it all. The romantic gestures, the happily ever after—and sure, the sex, the fun that can go with it, and, of course, the great looking guy delivering the goods.” She laughed, a nervous twitter while the devil on her shoulder egged her on. “We like to be flirted with, and part of the fun comes from knowing some of it’s naughty, and some of it maybe a wee bit dangerous.”
“I see.” He gave her a secretive smile.
“What?”
“Nothing. Just interesting.” His mischievous grin left her confused, as he opened his cooler and retrieved his lunch.
“Want to share?” He held half of his sandwich out to her. “It’s roast beef.”
“Thank you.” She took the proffered sandwich and lifted it to her mouth, unable to take her eyes off him as he returned to his seat. He seemed to have the same problem. His were heavy as he watched her take a bite. They roamed her body in a lazy pattern, making her skin tingle as though touched. The man oozed sex appeal.
They ate in silence. A dog barked somewhere nearby. A car backfired.
She finished her half of the sandwich and sipped from her water bottle. She started feeling a tad hot just sitting. His heated gaze didn’t help matters. Deciding to cool her flaming libido, she stood, almost ran to the pool, and jumped in.
Feeling safe under the surface, she swam to the other side before popping back up. When she turned around, however, she struggled to contain a tiny squeak. Connor had slipped into the water. He moved toward her, his steps languid
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