As if my dick wasn’t already thickening.
“What will it take for you to fuck off?” he asks, resuming his task. I glance at the discarded packaging beside him on the ground. A security camera doorbell. I commend him for trying, but he’ll be sorely disappointed when he learns it won’t deter me. He twists, giving me more of his back and ass.
I’m content to admire the view.
“Nothing, but I’ll gladly accept bribes.”
Hazel eyes narrow skeptically at me over his shoulder. “Like?”
“One date.”
There’s the anger I’m addicted to.
He growls, “I’mnotgoing out with you.”
“We don’t have to go anywhere.”
“I fucking hate you.”
The urge to lick that sexy snarl off his lips is almost too much to resist. I crack a grin and shrug. “Worth a shot.”
He huffs and presses the button on the power drill.
It doesn’t start.
He smacks it and tries again.
Nothing.
A strangled sound catches in his throat.
I’m seconds from laughing my ass off.
“I think it’s dead.”
I swear steam pours out of his ears as he glares at me. “No shit, asshole.”
“Did you charge it?”
He scrunches his nose.
I snort, “That’s a no.”
“Shut up, Peanut Gallery,” he snaps, “I wouldn’t even be fucking with this thing if you would just leave me the hell alone,” he rants. I’m failing miserably at hiding how hilarious his tantrum is. He points the tool at me like a gun. “Stop smiling.”
I bite my lip. “Have you ever used a power drill?”
His jaw flexes but he stays silent.
My cheeks ache from grinning.
“Good thing I’m here to teach you.”
He rises to his full height, strangling the drill in one hand like he’s imagining it’s my throat.
“Do I need to spell it out for you? I. Don’t. Want. You. Here.”
He’s such a filthy liar.
