When the doorbell rang, I muttered a curse and threw down my tube of mascara, which landed in the sink, only to bounce out and land on the floor. I shrugged, thinking at least I was finished and not answering the door with half done makeup, and reached for my robe, tying it around my waist as I hustled to the door.
The morning had sucked already, and I had only been up for a little over an hour. Getting myself out of the house on time was hard enough, but add in the children factor, the end result was usually frustration, irritation, and most times a lack of punctuation.
Needless to say, I was perturbed as I opened the door, only to stop short at the sight of who greeted me.
"Hello, Ma'am, my name is Nick." He held out a hand, and mine reached out in automatic response. I held my breath as our flesh touched. His strong fingers caressed my palm as he let go, causing my stomach to jump in anticipation. Anticipation of what, I wasn't sure. "My crew and I will be painting your exterior today."
I raised my brows in question, and crossed my arms under my breasts.
"I just wanted to let you know we were here." His eyes drank in my face, lowered to my breasts where they lingered, slid down to my ankles, and roamed back up. Slowly.
His blue eyes were filled with lust as they met mine, making my insides clench in response.
At my continued silence, he said, "Did your husband let you know we were coming today?"
I shook my head no. For some reason, words had escaped me. Was it the way the early morning sun glinted off his blonde hair? Or the way the corner of his mouth tilted up as I stared at him? Or was it the bulge in his pants that was still growing, making a tent out of those white Dickey's painter pants? Maybe it was the way he looked at me, as if he wanted to rip off my robe then and there and fuck me until we were both spent and raw, right there in the entryway. My pussy clenched at the thought, and my nipples hardened as if in preparation for being fondled, sucked, and plucked.
"Alright. Is it going to be a problem, ma'am?"
I could only shake my head again, conveying it would not be a problem. He smiled then, a genuine heartfelt smile that made me warm all over.
"Great. I'll go ahead and get started then." He turned to walk away and my eyes automatically dropped to his ass. It was on the smaller side, but looked firm and yummy trapped inside those suddenly sexy painter pants.
Funny, I had never thought of painter pants as sexy before. I knew then that I was never going to look at them in the same way again.
He stopped and turned back so suddenly I was busted checking out his ass. He chuckled as I blushed and smoothed the front of my silky robe in a nervous gesture.
"Are you going to be leaving any time soon?"
I nodded, feeling like a total idiot. What was it about this guy that had my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth? And my insides feel like it was already the hundred degrees the lovely weatherman promised for today?
His smile kicked up a notch. "Okay, then. We'll start the masking in the back of the building."
"Okay" was all I could say, feeling awkward.
He nodded, still smiling, and walked to the end of the walkway.
He had stepped off the walkway and onto the driveway, and was almost out of sight before I shook myself out of whatever trance the man had me in, and called out "Let me know if you need anything!"
He stopped suddenly, looked over his shoulder and into my eyes. "Oh, I will. Count on it." The innuendo was unmistakable, coupled with the way he undressed me with his eyes.
I had an unexpected urge to giggle, but controlled myself. The guy obviously thought I was attractive, and I didn't want to ruin it sounding like a teenybopper.
Instead I smiled, feeling sexy for the first time in what seemed like forever and shut the door.
Work had been busy, and my mind was full of all the paperwork and filing that still needed to be done, so by the time I pulled into the driveway for lunch, I had forgotten all about the painting being done on the house.
It was a shock to see all of the windows covered in plastic, and half the house a different shade. The biggest shock of all was the way my heart started hammering at the sight of Nick, his bare chest glistening with sweat, revealing how toned and hard he was, with his white Dickie's splattered with different shades of paint slung low on his hips.
He looked up as I opened my car door, and while I couldn't see his face clearly, I saw the sexy smile he threw my way. While the heat outside was starting to become stifling, the warmth of his gaze made me burn with a totally different kind of heat. I was a little disappointed when he continued with his work. I shrugged, looking forward to some food and my hour break before I went back to the grind.
I grabbed my purse and swung my legs around. I thought about doing the Sharon Stone leg cross as I slid off my seat but thought better of it. I was way too old to be pulling that one off.
As I shut the car door, I heard my cell phone ring. Inside the car. Cursing under my breath I searched for the keys that had already fallen to the bottom of my purse, and victorious, I pushed the button that unlocked the doors. I didn't spot my phone right away, and by now it had quit ringing. With a groan, I threw my purse onto the drivers seat and started searching for the irritating necessity. True to Murphy's Law, it had slid under the seat. It wasn't until I emerged with phone in hand that I remembered I had company.
Mortified, I turned to see if my dread was founded. Sure enough, four men with paintbrushes in hand were frozen to the spot. I blushed, realizing I had apparently given them quite a show while bent over the seat of my car. My eyes found Nick, who seemed to shake himself out of a stupor. I heard him say a few harsh words and the rest of the men quickly went back to work. He nodded to me, as if to say "no worries", but I still wished desperately that I could rewind the last five minutes and ignore the stupid phone. I tried to give him a smile of thanks, but I think it turned out more like a grimace.
As I walked to the front door, I could feel more than one set of eyes on me. Even as embarrassed as I was, I still couldn't help but stand up a little straighter (pushing what little breasts I had out) and adding a little extra sway to my hips. It felt good to feel attractive, especially to such a wide range of ages.
Ah well, I gave 'em something to talk about.
With that thought in mind, I sashayed to the front door and took my time unlocking it. As I closed the door behind me I determined to enjoy my lunch hour, despite the embarrassment.
I searched the refrigerator, not really seeing my options, still flushed and bothered from the last few minutes and decided on the old standby- a ham and cheese sandwich. A knock on the front door startled me, and I looked out the kitchen window to see Nick standing there, looking as hot as the first time I laid eyes on him. I drew in a deep breath and waved at him to come in.
The front door opened and closed, and the sound of his footsteps in the entry way carried to the kitchen. I busied myself with pulling out the ingredients for my lunch, trying to make it look like flashing the neighborhood was a common occurrence, and I didn't want to hide in bed with the covers over my head for the rest of my life.
"Excuse me, Ma'am." Nick said politely.
I mumbled an affirmative.
"I am sorry for the behavior of my crew. They know better than to ogle a pretty lady."
"Um. That's okay. I kind of forgot you were here, and..." I was too self-conscious to go on, so I just kept on with making my food, as if he weren't standing there.
"May I get a glass of water?" He asked, just as politely.
"Of course!" I replied, still not looking directly at him. "You must be hot working out there in this weather." I knew I was babbling as I reached into the cupboard for a glass, but I couldn't seem to stop myself. "The news said we are in for a heat wave that is supposed to last all week." I filled the glass with cold tap water and turned to give it to him.
