For months Jodi had been meaning to get the builders in to re-do her kitchen. It was a state. The cupboard doors were hanging off their hinges, the surfaces cracked and dated. She had never bothered to redecorate the kitchen, making do with a clean one rather than a fashionable one. But now it had grown too much, seeing the mess everyday. So she had resolved to make it as presentable as possible.
She was 19, and after her father died and left her most of his estate, she had no need to work. She did however, more to escape the boredom rather than to make a living. So Jodi hired some men to do the work. She wasn't especially handy herself, and seeing as she had the money, she didn't see what was wrong with it. Although Jodi was wealthy, she wasn't frivolous. Sure, she has a good time, but she knew this money wouldn't last forever.
So when the workmen arrived, on time and seemingly equipped to do the work she asked of them, she had no reservations about the sum they asked of her on completion of the job. Money well spent she thought to herself.
Jodi soon got used to the presence of the workmen, and went about her daily business while they did theirs. On the fourth day since Jodi hired them, they arrived just as Jodi was stepping out of the shower. She quickly wrapped a towel around herself and answered the door. Jodi was greeted by a sight not unwelcome to her.
He introduced himself as Jack, and said that he was the carpenter and would be fitting her cupboards. Jodi couldn't help notice the way his dark hair fell into his clear grey eyes and the lopsided smile that he wore. As Jodi's eyes travelled over his sculpted body hidden beneath a dusty flannel shirt, torn jeans and work boots, his eyes travelled over her soft petit frame and the curves that her towel hid. His eyes were drawn to the droplets of water her hair had left on her chest. He gazed at them there, lost in his thoughts until he was brought back to earth by Jodi waving her hand in front of his eyes.
"Hellooooooooooo! Anybody there?" As he shook himself and smiled that lopsided grin, she said "You were miles away there". Yeah, I Guess I was sorry about that, late night" He replied. Jodi laughed and said "Well just make sure it doesn't affect you work" she teased. And with that she turned and walked back to her bedroom, leaving him calling assurances after her.
For the next week, Jack was in and out of her apartment Each time he arrived, he was thrown into a frenzy of lust he kept under control. Everything about her made him want her even more. The way she walked, the way she ran a hand through her hair, the way she flicked her eyes away from his shyly every now and again and the way that she always seemed to be in cheerful mood, around him anyway. Little did he know, the young brunette who had been visiting his night time fantasies had also been fantasying about him.
Each night since she has first met him, Jodi had lay in her bed, unable to sleep thanks to the images of Jack that were circulating through her mind. At first she tried to block these thoughts, thinking that he would probably be no good for her, a player, but the more she thought about this, the harder the thoughts were to shift.
Eventually, she gave in and let her mind wander the possibilities of an encounter with such a man. He was unusual to her, not like anybody she had ever met before. On the surface, she thought he was exactly what he seemed. A player, someone who trifled with girls hearts and wouldn't be one for romance. But beneath that, maybe it was those clear grey eyes that hinted at it, beneath the swagger and bravado, she sensed someone who had his own code of morals, and never wavered from them, someone strong and protective.
It was both of these sides to his personality that intrigued Jodi. She longed for excitement but at the same time, she wanted security . Not to mention that she yearned to bite into his toned, broad shoulders in a moment of passion....and that was what her mind drifted to when she was alone in bed, and her hands were wandering.
The day that both of their fantasy's were brought to life, was no different than the others that they had spent in each others presence. Him working hard in her kitchen, she at her desk. Jack had just finished up, and stepped back to admire his handiwork. He smiled to himself, and walked to her study to tell her he would be leaving and that he hoped she enjoyed the finished product.
