I watched him as he walked away, like a predator deciding his prey wasn't worthy.Yet.
Lord. Have.Mercy.
17
Martin
Ineededto find a white tank top.Stat.
Katie wanted to know what I was capableof?
Gameon.
18
Martin enteredthe house the next morning whistling a jaunty tune while I did my best to avoid him. It felt like he was taking up all the space in my house, now that I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was attracted to him. I gritted my teeth to keep from yelling at him because it wasn't his fault I hadn't realized exactly how sexy he was. I mean, I knew he was hot, but he had always been untouchable. Just my contractor. After he’d failed to tell me about Harry our relationship had gotten a little weird. Less friendly and more like we were nervous cats tiptoeing around eachother.
But yesterday, I felt like when I touched him my hand was on fire. And from the way he stared at me with those deep eyes, he felt the sameway.
But he seemed awfully nonchalant this morning. I came out from the back and stopped in my tracks. Holy Mother of All Things Hot, Martin was wearing a...tank top. A snug one that he tucked into jeans that could be considered just a smidge too tight and highlighted allthe-
Goodgracious.
I quickly looked away from what seemed to be a pair of socks stuck in the front of his pants, swallowed hard, and quickly went back into my bedroom to composemyself.
"What the hell is happening?" I squeaked to myself. I turned on the fan and stuck my head in front of it to cool down. After a few minutes, the blush had faded from my face and chest, and I stepped out of my room again to get a cup ofcoffee.
As I went over to my cabinets, I realized all of my mugs were dirty and I'd forgotten to start my dishwasher. I was just about to get a stool to reach the older mugs at the top of the cabinet, but Martin strolled over, came up behind me, pressed up against me and reached over my head to get a mug forme.
"Here you go," he saidcheerily.
I spun around and my entire bodyfroze.
"Oh, sorry about that. Not a lot of room in here." He chuckled and his breath lifted myhair.
There wasplentyof room in here and the insufferable man knew it. My face was back to being beet red and it was right at rock hard chest level. There was way too much man candy in here right now. Also, I wasn’t wearing that much clothing so the proximity between us in addition to my small sleep shorts and tank top made it so that I could feel every inch of him againstme.
"Martin," I said, cursing inwardly at my hoarsevoice.
He grinned, a Cheshire catsmile.
I glared at him. "Thankyou."
"My pleasure." He made a little bow and his toolbelt rattled. A new toolbelt. That hung low on his hips and accentuated all of his wonderfulgoodies.
"Christ," I whispered to myself as he sauntered away. I needed to get some clothes on. A parka. And a pair of ski pantsmaybe.
Perhaps a chastity belt was inorder.
I rushed back to my bedroom, threw on a pair of jeans and a modest top, braided my hair and flipped it over my shoulder and swiped on a nude lip gloss right before the doorbellrang.
I was officially sick of that doorbell.
With a sigh I slid on a pair of flip flops and rushed to open the door. Kristoff stood there, grinning widely, and holding a box from Sam’sBakery.
My eyes lit up. “Oooh, I hope you brought me a BavarianCream!”
Kristoff waggled his eyebrows. “Only the best for the lady,” he said and let himself in when I swept the door open wide. He brushed past me and I noted I didn’t freeze up and want to scream in frustration when he touchedme.