Cuff Me

“Agreed…will they even show up?” I glance at my phone. We had been waiting twenty minutes.

“Maybe. They know we’re coming, right?” he asked me. I was about to answer but then paused. Maybe they didn’t know. I didn’t ever reply with the time I was coming.

“Uh, not really. I didn’t give them a time,” I finally answered. He frowned at me and stood up.

“They’ll be here. Any minute.”

He still shook his head and paced the porch behind me. I just laughed. Everything with him had to be so planned. Sometimes it was annoying, but other times it just made it easier for me to be the one who never planned or was responsible.

I was about to say something else when I heard the car coming. We both looked at the Prius driving up; it screamed rental car. But what came out of it screamed hot and sexy.

Some women make you do a double take because something catches your eye, like big fake boobs or lips that were definitely shot up. Or maybe their skimpy clothing that shouted look at my ass or look at my tits. She didn’t make me do a double take. She made me just stop and fucking stare.

She had bright, strawberry blonde hair that literally shined, even under the gloomy sky of the day. It flowed endlessly in the wind, and fell over her shoulders in tight curls. She was wearing faded jeans that hugged her legs and my, did she have hips. The kind you could grab and move anywhere you wanted. The kind that fuck you back when you take them from behind, where the flesh jiggles in a way that makes you want to sink your teeth in and bite. But her breasts were ample and full, pressing against her gray tee shirt. She looked so effortless, yet as sexy as could be.

“Uh…” Tate said behind me. I stood up and gave him a look.

“She’s um…she is fucking gorgeous,” I whisper. She was getting closer, looking at us with wide eyes. The closer she got, the more I saw how green they were. Very intriguing. Everything about her was pulling me towards her.

“Yeah, she is.”

“Are you going for it or am I?” I asked him. He gave me a funny look, but he was actually thinking about it. And so was I.

We both agreed she was hot, but we weren’t the type to literally fight over a girl. We’d never do that. But we would…

“Who says we have to do that?” Tate smiled his ‘I have a plan’ smile. But she was getting a lot closer and we had to stop whispering. I stepped in front of him so she wouldn’t even see.

“You mean ask an innocent, potential client if she’s down for the both of us? That doesn’t sound like you.” Usually all of the crazy ideas were mine, not his. But Tate did have his moments. And these were the ones I liked.

“Yeah. But not in so many words. We’ll just get a feel for it.” He nodded towards her and I turned, agreeing with my eyes.

“Hi there,” I smiled.

“Hello, are you with Restoration Home Improvement?” Damn, her voice was just as sweet as her smooth face. Even her cheeks were all flushed and cute.

“Yeah. I’m Levi Daniels. This is my partner,

Tate Andrews.” I shook her hand, and so did Levi. She smiled at both of us, but she looked so worried about something. I couldn’t place the cause.

“Um, I can give you guys a look around, if you want. I’m Adley Brown.” She shifted nervously on her feet and wrung her fingers out.

“Yeah. No problem.” Levi shrugged.

She nervously unlocked the door and we stepped inside, but then her shaky fingers dropped the keys and she offered an apologetic smile.

“Sorry. I just inherited this place from my grandmother. She uh, passed away and it’s all I have left of her. I just hope it isn’t so bad it can’t be fixed.” Once she said that, it seemed to explain everything about her demeanor.

“Don’t worry. We can pretty much fix anything.”

6

Adley

I fully intended on staying in the house until the construction workers came, but I had to run last minute errands. And I wasn’t familiar with the island yet, so I got a little lost on the way back. I had just bought a few frozen dinners to last for a bit. I wasn’t sure what conditions the house was even in to start using the gas stove or anything.

When I pulled up into my driveway, I didn’t expect what I saw. I even drove slower to get a better look. I saw the truck first, and then the two men on the porch. I guess it was my porch now. They were pacing across the deck like two masses of muscular prowess.

One had dark, messy hair and wide shoulders that looked like they could work as a bulldozer. Next to him was a man of similar size, but with lighter, sandy brown hair. They were engrossed in conversation. They seemed like friends. Once they noticed I was there, they both looked at me and stopped. I felt oddly self-conscious as I climbed out of the car.