he said quickly. He really needed her to help with his CO problem. “I mean, we have a deal and I don’t mind. To be honest, I like to stay busy.” When you slept only an hour or two a night, it left a person with a lot of free time. His landlord had been so pleased with what he’d done to the house he was living in, she’d knocked another fifty bucks a month off his rent. He still wanted to do the landscaping for her, but that wasn’t possible until spring.
“You didn’t answer my question,” he said.
She glanced back at him.
“About needing anything else done tonight?”
Her eyebrow rose, and he’d give anything to know what she was thinking. From the expression on her face, he wondered if she might have taken his question the wrong way. As in sexually.
Nope. He couldn’t let his mind trip down that path, or he’d never survive the next week.
“There’s always something to do around here, but it’s almost nine. If you have time tomorrow night, maybe you could help me replace those fixtures. Meanwhile, the plumbing should be finished in the kitchen by Friday, until then I’m going to paint the bedrooms up here.”
“I could paint one of the bedrooms tonight.”
She put a hand on his arm. “You have to be exhausted. You worked all day. It can wait, and honestly, painting is the one thing I do fairly well. I’d rather use your help on some of the more difficult projects like the drywall.” While still holding onto his arm with one hand, she reached back to point downstairs with the other. Her bikini top slipped just a bit. Her luscious tan globes were absolutely mouth-watering. A little farther and he’d see—
No. He forced himself to look away again.
That didn’t keep her touch on his arm from sending heat to his groin. When he glanced at her hand on his forearm, she lifted it away as if he was hot to the touch.
“Sorry,” she said. “I—I know some people don’t like to be touched. I wasn’t thinking.”
He shrugged. “Not a big deal.”
Except when you do it. What was that? The urge to pull her close and kiss her senseless was overwhelming.
Have to get out of here now.
“Okay. Right. It’s late. You probably need your rest. I’ll be back tomorrow to give you a hand,” he said quickly. Then he was down the stairs and out the door before she could say anthing else. He hoped she hadn’t seen the erection tenting his shorts.
Jerk. She probably thought he couldn’t handle the soft touch of a woman.
You are a jerk and you can’t handle her touch.
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