I flashed him a teasing smile. ‘So what are you doing there?’
A drop of sweat slid down his forehead before he wiped it with his sleeve. ‘Oh um, I’m a handyman, but I mostly tend to the gardens here.’
Boring.
‘Cool,’ I feigned enthusiasm. Hurting his feelings wouldn’t get him in my bed. Or me in his. ‘You probably have to be really strong to do that, right?’
His mouth twitched. ‘It depends… a lot of what I do is pretty easy.’
My expression dropped for a moment as I waited to no avail for him to carry the conversation. The guy was as green as they come.
‘What’s your name?’ I asked cheerfully, noting his curious stare and the way he kept shifting in his spot.
Nerves were eating him alive. I almost found it cute.
‘Adam,’ he extended his hand again, and I shook it eagerly, even though I remained a little confused.
I didn’t need any confrontations with delusional mothers because I deflowered their sons. Not anymore at least. And even then, it was just once, and he was twenty; I was only a decade older.
His throat bobbed when he swallowed, looking deep into my eyes. ‘Just turned twenty-one last weekend.’
Thank fuck, I could proceed. ‘Amazing, did you celebrate?’
The half-smile of his twitched like he couldn’t even fake calmness. ‘Not really, a lot of my friends are away at the moment.’
The hunt needed to begin; I couldn’t bear the useless conversation any longer. ‘Not even with your girlfriend?’
‘I don’t have one,’ he said, almost apologetically.
‘Impossible. A handsome man like you?’
His eyes flicked to my chest before snapping away. ‘Girls don’t usually flock to me.’
Of course, they didn’t. He wouldn’t know what to do with them if they did.
‘I think I know what the problem is, Adam,’ I said, batting my eyelashes slowly.
‘You do?’ he sounded shocked, staring at me like I was his salvation.
So eager. So pliable.
I nodded. ‘Girls like experienced men. You need to know how to take care ofthem.’
Chest rising a little too quickly, it looked as if his breath caught.
Deciding not to waste my time, I stepped into his space properly this time.
He leaned in without realising, like something in him had already decided for him.
‘How do I do that?’ he asked, his voice lower now.
Too easy.
‘I could show you,’ I offered. ‘Somewhere private.’
Adam shuddered, utterly lost in my eyes. ‘I—yeah—I know a place.’
‘Well, then what are you waiting for?’ I urged him. ‘Lead the way.’
