Shirtless.
My heel caught on the lip of the footwell, and I grabbed the door to keep from falling.
Holy shit.
The man was a work of art.
It was only May, but the day was warm, and he had clearly been working hard. There was a sheen of sweat over the muscles of his chest. His lean pecs and abs were on full display, and I found myself wanting to trace every peak and valley with my tongue.
“Hey DIY Diva, you found me,” he said with a smile.
I blinked out of my daze. “I did. Nice place.”
He nodded his thanks. “Want to see what I’ve been working on?”
I nodded eagerly and followed him.
The radio played softly in the background as we stepped into the shop. The ground was hard-packed dirt, but still dust puffed under our feet as we walked inside. Benches and shelves lined the walls, with tools everywhere. I’m sure he understood the system, but to me it looked like someone had picked up the entire garage and shaken it.
A dresser with all its drawers pulled out sat in the middle of the floor.
“I pulled the dresser from my room and dragged it out here. I needed to see where we could add something that would work.”
I smirked. “Wow, you are really dedicated to my project.”
He shrugged, and it made the muscles of his shoulder dance under his skin. “I’m invested now; it will drive me crazy if we don’t come up with a solution.”
He scratched his head and sawdust fell onto his shoulder. I had to stop myself from reaching out to brush it from his skin.
I pushed the thought away. “My original thought was to either have a false bottom on a drawer or a false top on the stand itself that lifts up. But since the user would need to access the compartment often, neither of those is a great option.”
He twisted his lips in thought. “Right, you’d have to either keep the top and drawer empty or move everything when you need something from the compartment.”
“Exactly.”
“What about something that slides out from the side?”
We passed ideas back and forth, looking for a solution. Examining the way the slides worked, flipping the drawers over to spark ideas. We actually worked well together. He was knowledgeable and creative, and I had done my research on what a potential client might want.
The clock was ticking until the trade show, and I had a list of things to do that was a mile long. I had to figure this out, build the prototype, refine the design, print order forms and business cards.
I had to stay focused.
The problem was our compatibility was hard to ignore, and so was my growing attraction.
Chapter Six
Wyatt
“Does this really not already exist?” I asked as we examined the dresser from all angles. Maybe if there were something similar we could look at, it would help us figure this out.
She signed. “Based on my research, there are versions of it, but mainly to hide valuable jewelry or to have a weapon close by. Jewelry is way smaller than what I want to hide, so it is not a good option. And since guns have to be in a safe in Canada, the ones meant for weapons aren’t really sold here. I think I’ve found a niche if I can get the size I need.”
If I were talking to one of the guys, I would have made a joke about ‘having the size she needed’. Actually, if the guys were here, we’d already be on joke number twelve, and probably crying with laughter because, despite all being adults who did taxes, we were basically twelve-year-old boys when it came to humor.
What I felt for her didn’t feel like a joke though, and heat spread through me.
The fact that this entire project came back to sex toys didn’t help the situation. It was putting questions and images in my mind that I really didn’t need floating around there.
