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Authors: Jaci Burton
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don’t mess with me.”
“That sounds like another challenge.”
“You might be all big and muscular, but we could go a few rounds. Who knows? I might be able to take you down.”
An instant visual of Harmony—naked and sitting on top of him—hammered his brain.
That would be one hell of a takedown. A tangle of limbs, her writhing on top of him, her sweet body undulating as she rode his dick . . .
Goddammit. What was it about this woman—this particular woman—that stirred him up like no other woman had before? He’d never had a problem walking away from a woman. Some were the right woman, and some weren’t. And when they weren’t, he never looked back.
So what was he still doing here, and why hadn’t he left yet? He stared at the now empty bottle of wine on the table.
This was the time. He’d done what he’d been asked to do. They’d shared a meal. Dishes were done. They’d had after-dinner wine and conversation. He could make a polite exit.
“Oh, but speaking of things that maybe I can’t do, I was wondering if you’d help me with something while you’re here.”
So much for his exit. “Sure.”
“It’s upstairs in my bedroom. Follow me.”
She slid off the sofa and he followed her upstairs, careful to stay right next to her so he wouldn’t be tempted by visuals of her legs or her butt.
She walked into her bedroom, and he prepared himself for some kind of assault, like her pushing him against the wall and rubbing her body all over him.
He was strong. He could withstand temptation. He’d just tell her no—politely but firmly, while reminding her about his friendship with Drake.
“Okay, so here’s the deal,” she said, pulling him from his righteous fantasy. “I bought these shutters for the bedroom windows, and I thought I could save on installation costs by doing it myself. Theproblem is, it’s kind of a two-person job because these things are heavy. I was wondering if you’d be willing to give me a hand.”
Okay, so no assault. Instead, a home improvement project. He hadn’t even been in the vicinity of guessing her motivations.
“Oh. Sure, I can do that.”
She grinned. “Awesome. Thanks.”
She hadn’t stripped down or pushed him against the wall or rubbed her body on his. Instead, she led him into her spare bedroom, where two boxes sat on the bed.
So maybe that seduction fantasy had been all in
his
head, not hers.
“These are the shutters?” he asked, focusing instead on the task at hand.
“Yes.”
He picked up the boxes—she was right, they were heavy. He carted them one by one into her bedroom and laid them on the floor.
In the meantime, she’d grabbed a cordless drill while he unpacked the boxes. Then she disappeared again, and he had no idea where she wanted these. He assumed the two windows on either side of the bed, since that’s where they’d seem to fit, but he didn’t want to make assumptions, so he started reading the instructions.
When she came back upstairs with a ladder in her hands, he got up and took it from her.
“Jesus, Harmony. I could have gotten that for you.”
She lifted her gaze to his. “I don’t have the expectation that you’re the man and I can’t do anything for myself. I planned to install these shutters myself. It’s just the windows are higher than I expected, the shutters are heavy and I was a couple hands short.”
“You know, I get that you’re all female empowered and all that shit, and I have no doubt you can move mountains on your own. But it’s still okay to ask for help if you need it.”
She arched a brow. “I just did, jackass.”
He wasn’t insulted. He liked when she got feisty and stood up for herself. It made him like her even more. He didn’t enjoy women who were doormats, who let a man walk all over them. Harmony obviously wasn’t that woman and he respected her for it.
So he laughed and took the ladder from her. “Okay, let’s take down these curtains.”
“They let too much light
“That sounds like another challenge.”
“You might be all big and muscular, but we could go a few rounds. Who knows? I might be able to take you down.”
An instant visual of Harmony—naked and sitting on top of him—hammered his brain.
That would be one hell of a takedown. A tangle of limbs, her writhing on top of him, her sweet body undulating as she rode his dick . . .
Goddammit. What was it about this woman—this particular woman—that stirred him up like no other woman had before? He’d never had a problem walking away from a woman. Some were the right woman, and some weren’t. And when they weren’t, he never looked back.
So what was he still doing here, and why hadn’t he left yet? He stared at the now empty bottle of wine on the table.
This was the time. He’d done what he’d been asked to do. They’d shared a meal. Dishes were done. They’d had after-dinner wine and conversation. He could make a polite exit.
“Oh, but speaking of things that maybe I can’t do, I was wondering if you’d help me with something while you’re here.”
So much for his exit. “Sure.”
“It’s upstairs in my bedroom. Follow me.”
She slid off the sofa and he followed her upstairs, careful to stay right next to her so he wouldn’t be tempted by visuals of her legs or her butt.
She walked into her bedroom, and he prepared himself for some kind of assault, like her pushing him against the wall and rubbing her body all over him.
He was strong. He could withstand temptation. He’d just tell her no—politely but firmly, while reminding her about his friendship with Drake.
“Okay, so here’s the deal,” she said, pulling him from his righteous fantasy. “I bought these shutters for the bedroom windows, and I thought I could save on installation costs by doing it myself. Theproblem is, it’s kind of a two-person job because these things are heavy. I was wondering if you’d be willing to give me a hand.”
Okay, so no assault. Instead, a home improvement project. He hadn’t even been in the vicinity of guessing her motivations.
“Oh. Sure, I can do that.”
She grinned. “Awesome. Thanks.”
She hadn’t stripped down or pushed him against the wall or rubbed her body on his. Instead, she led him into her spare bedroom, where two boxes sat on the bed.
So maybe that seduction fantasy had been all in
his
head, not hers.
“These are the shutters?” he asked, focusing instead on the task at hand.
“Yes.”
He picked up the boxes—she was right, they were heavy. He carted them one by one into her bedroom and laid them on the floor.
In the meantime, she’d grabbed a cordless drill while he unpacked the boxes. Then she disappeared again, and he had no idea where she wanted these. He assumed the two windows on either side of the bed, since that’s where they’d seem to fit, but he didn’t want to make assumptions, so he started reading the instructions.
When she came back upstairs with a ladder in her hands, he got up and took it from her.
“Jesus, Harmony. I could have gotten that for you.”
She lifted her gaze to his. “I don’t have the expectation that you’re the man and I can’t do anything for myself. I planned to install these shutters myself. It’s just the windows are higher than I expected, the shutters are heavy and I was a couple hands short.”
“You know, I get that you’re all female empowered and all that shit, and I have no doubt you can move mountains on your own. But it’s still okay to ask for help if you need it.”
She arched a brow. “I just did, jackass.”
He wasn’t insulted. He liked when she got feisty and stood up for herself. It made him like her even more. He didn’t enjoy women who were doormats, who let a man walk all over them. Harmony obviously wasn’t that woman and he respected her for it.
So he laughed and took the ladder from her. “Okay, let’s take down these curtains.”
“They let too much light
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