“Here!” I basically screamed. I needed to get a grip on myself. I had seen a naked man before. Several, if we’re being honest, but none of them ever looked like the Adonis standing by my sink. I handed him the towels, swiped a few coins from the quarter jar on the counter, and ran down the hall to throw his clothes in the dryer, hoping that it wouldn’t take long, because the tension in the apartment was thick and I needed him to leave soon. The alcohol in my system was making me think crazy thoughts and act like a complete idiot. I was not an idiot. I had a master’s degree, for God’s sakes. I was a confident woman who didn’t fumble her words and get caught staring like a freaking weirdo.
I returned to the apartment, grabbed the toolbox from my storage closet, and handed it to Knox.
“There’s not much in there but I’m sure it’s got what you need. Are you sure you know how to do this?”
He huffed out a small laugh. “Yeah, I know how to do this.”
My phone dinged with a text message as he opened the toolbox and shuffled a few things around. I pulled the phone from my pocket to find a text from Sam.
Sam
You make it home ok?
Yes! Sry I didn’t text, got home and things got wild
Wild?! Did you hook up w/ the lumberjack?
No…but he is standing in my kitchen in nothing but his boxer briefs
WHAT?!
I’ll have to tell you tomorrow. Good night, love u. Make good choices
Love you, make good choices…by sleeping w/ the lumberjack!
I laughed and threw the phone onto my bed. Knox looked over at me and I gave him a smile in return.
“Do you need any help?”
“No,” was all he answered.
I plopped onto the bench at the foot of my bed and watched as he worked on the sink, enthralled by the way his shoulders tightened and relaxed as he worked the wrench. The veins in his forearms bulged as he gripped the faucet and screwed it back into place. This man was unlocking new kinks for me left and right. I tried not to look at him, but it was so hard given that the behemoth of a man who stood half-naked in my kitchen really was an elephant in the room. My mind wandered to the last time I’d had a man in my apartment.
Through the alcohol fog, I recalled that it had been some hipster guy that I met at an art gallery opening I attended with my friends Stefan and Clark a few months prior. The free champagne had snatched away my good judgment. In hindsight, the fact that he was couch surfing with friends should have raised a red flag, but once he started talking about Jackson Pollock, I was done for. My panties drop for art, I can’t help it.
That guy didn’t hold a candle to Knox, though. Where he had been skinny and all limbs, Knox was thick and muscular with an ass that didn’t quit, and his boxer briefs didn’t help by leaving nothing to the imagination. They clung to his cock so tightly that I could clearly see the head of his dick. It lookedthick and long enough to both satisfy and leave you wanting more.
Well, hello, Knox Junior…
“I think I’m done,” his deep voice echoed as he pulled himself away from the counter.
I shook my head, bringing myself out of the satisfying but objectifying thoughts I was having about this man who was just being nice and fixing my sink.
The timer on my phone went off to check on his clothes. I dashed down the hall to make sure they were dry before bringing them back to him.
“Here you go.” I blushed, trying not to think about his penis as he pulled on his pants and buttoned the shirt over the deep V of his hips.
“Thank you. I’ll get going.” He walked to the front door, and I followed. He opened it, taking two steps into the hallway before he paused, then turned around.
“Hey, make sure you lock this,” he deadpanned, motioning to the door.
“Will do.” I smiled. “See you tomorrow.”
He looked me once over and I swore I saw a small smile run across his face.
Light shone through the curtains in my room. It took me a minute to realize where I was and why there wasn’t a wet nose in my face like every other morning when I woke up to my dog, Eugene, licking me and wanting breakfast. I sat up, putting on my glasses and blinking as the hotel room, with its jewel tones, rich fabrics, and art-deco-inspired art and light fixtures, came into focus. I got up and headed into the bathroom to brush my teeth and use the toilet.
There was a lot on the agenda for the day. We had meetings at the embassy and some stupid lunch with the mayor. I knew that this trip was part business and part pleasure, but I hated going to this stuff with Oliver. Even though he would never force me to accompany him, I would never leave him high and dry to do it by himself. While it wasn’t my role in the family, people saw me as a working royal in some capacities.
