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Built For Her

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I step to the side so I can get the damn sun out of my face and look at her. She smiles brightly up at me and she pushes her sunglasses on top of her head.

“Um, yes,” I say, clearing my throat and extending my hand.

I’m a jumble of thoughts as I slip my rough hand into hers, and I’m impressed when she gives me a firm shake back. Her hand is soft and so much smaller than mine, but I have a suspicion this little thing has some moxie. I let it go and she puts her hands on her hips, drawing my attention there.

“It’s okay, most people get us mixed up,” she says, and I’m confused. “My sister Gabi and me. We’re twins.”

“Oh yeah,” I say, snapping my eyes back up to hers. It’s then I realize she does look similar to her, but definitely way hotter. “She’s Neal’s wife. Yeah, we went to college together. I did some work for them a few months ago. They had just gotten married.” I wasn’t thinking that she looked like someone else, I was thinking about how drop dead gorgeous she is.

“Yeah, they didn’t waste any time.” She smiles, and I swear it’s brighter than the sun that just tried to blind me.

“Beautiful,” I whisper, and she cocks her head to the house. “The house,” I stammer, covering my blatant fumble of words.

“I know,” she says, and there’s praise in her voice, like the house is her child and it graduated first in its class.

“Why don’t you show me around?” I offer, and God help me, I’m using it as an excuse for her to turn around and show me her ass.

“Great,” she says, and spins around to unlock the front doors.

“Fuck,” I mumble, but she doesn’t catch it. I put my fist to my mouth as she walks in the door and I watch her round ass move. It’s pulled tight in her jeans and I’m willing to bet everything I have that she thinks it’s too big. But that’s the kind of fat back end that I’d get down on my knees and worship.

Who is this woman?

“Do you think you can handle it?” she asks as she turns around to face me. Her bright green eyes are looking at me, and I see a blush tint her cheeks.

“Hell yeah,” I say, not paying one ounce of attention to what she just said. I was too busy fantasizing about taking her from behind and having her sit on my face.

“That’s great.” She beams at me, and I would agree to anything to get her to keep looking at me that way.

“Before we get started, is there anyone else we need to consult with?” I ask, making a show of pulling out my notebook. “Husband, boyfriend? You know, just to get their ideas in before I get started.” I’m a terrible man, but if she’s married I can’t do this job. I can’t be here surrounded by her and not try to break up a marriage. A boyfriend? Yeah, fuck whoever that might be. But I like to think I’m a good guy.

“Nope, it’s just me,” she says, and there is a shyness to her voice I hadn’t caught earlier.

“That’s good.” My voice is a little too deep and I try to clear it again. I’m acting like I’ve never been around a woman before, but this little thing has me shook to my core. And the fact is, I’m relieved she’s single. “Why don’t you take me through each room and tell me what you want, Genevieve?”

Why does her name sound so dirty in my mouth? Suddenly my mind is like a thirteen-year-old boy’s and I’m thinking about what I’d like to do to her in every room.

“Look, Barrett,” she says, and I can’t take my eyes off her mouth as she moves her tongue. Fucking hell, I might not survive this meeting. “My sister told me that you did great work for her, but I’m on a super-tight budget right now. There’s a long list of things, but only one or two I can afford right now. So maybe you could take a look at what needs to be done first?”

“Your wish is my command,” I say, and I mean that in every sense of the word.

“Just like that?” she asks, and she looks so sweet and innocent. “You’re like a dream come true.” As soon as the words are out of her mouth, she puts her hand over it and begins to apologize. “That’s not what I meant—”

I can’t help but chuckle, secretly loving the way it warms my stomach. “It’s fine,” I say, and I mean it. Being anything that belongs to her would be a gift. “Let’s see the bedrooms.”

Watching her ass as she walks upstairs might be my new favorite pastime. I have to grip the railing to keep from falling forward and landing face first in it. My own jeans are too damn tight right now, and I’m going to have to unzip them on the ride home.


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