Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Hailey laughs, and the sound is just as bright as the rest of her. Fuck, what is it about this girl? I can’t get enough of her.
“Well, I’d be awful at yours, so I guess it’s a good thing we’re different, huh?” she says, some sweetness coming through all that sass.
Washer unpacked, I start the task of fitting it, checking the pipes and spacing in the gap where the old one must have been. I expect Hailey to go off and do her own thing like most clients do, but instead, she just leans against the doorway and watches me, supervising.
I try damn hard to ignore the fact she’s there and block her out so I can focus on my job, but fuck, it’s impossible. She’s all I can think about, especially when I know she’s right there, looking like a goddamn angel on earth.
A screwdriver clatters loudly off the floor when it slips from my hand, and Hailey giggles behind me, clearly amused by my clumsiness. I glance over my shoulder, giving her a mock glare.
“Lot of laughing for someone not helping,” I banter, raising a brow at her.
“Oh, my apologies,” she says sarcastically. “Here, let me.” She takes a few steps towards me to close the distance and leans over, her arm brushing mine as she grabs the screwdriver for me. The touch sends sparks shooting through me, and I think I deserve a goddamn medal for not grabbing her and hauling her into my lap right then and there.
She doesn’t move away again, instead hovering beside me, closely inspecting every movement of my hands and occasionally texting on her phone. The whole time, my mind is spinning with excuses I can come up with not to have to leave or to be able to come back and see her again. The idea of her being just another client that I might see once more for another job, if I’m lucky, is abhorrent.
“Satisfactory enough?” I ask as I sit back, the washer now completely fitted. Hailey looks up from her phone, her eyes wide as though caught doing something she shouldn’t be, and looks between me and the machine.
“Oh, yup! Looks good,” she chirps, making me smile. She hits a button on her phone before hastily setting it down, giving me her full attention.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, but checking it would mean breaking eye contact, and there’s not a chance in hell I’m going to do that. It’s probably just a message from my next client, likely mad I’m running late since I’ve stretched out this job twice as long as it needed to be.
Despite the fact that leaving is the last thing I want to do, I don’t really have a choice. Reluctantly, I pack up, my hand brushing Hailey’s when I stand and exit the small laundry room.
She waves me goodbye from the door, and as I climb into my truck, there’s only one thought in my head: I need to see this girl again.
I fish my phone out of my pocket to send an apology text to the next client, only to find they’ve canceled their appointment. Not only that but there’s a text from Hailey.
Slightly confused, given the fact I’m still outside her house, I open the message and nearly crash my still-parked car.
Clearly, this text was not meant for me, but fuck am I glad I got it.
Hailey Blake: Can’t stop staring at his arms. It’s like real life porn. The veins?! I bet he’s handy with more than just washing machines…
I’m only stunned for a brief second before I’m moving. The truck door slams behind me as I race back up the garden path to her front door.
Now that I know she feels even half of what I feel for her? There’s no way I’m leaving here without my girl.
2
HAILEY
This isn’t the first time I’ve hired someone to help me around the house, but it is the first time I’ve hovered around them the entire time they’re trying to work because they’re so damn hot I can’t tear myself away.
Harvey Neil really should include his sheer attractiveness as a warning on his website because, holy shit.
Annoyingly, it’s not just his looks that have me reeling. No, the man has the personality to back it up. He’s taken all my comments in stride and fired back with just as much boldness and teasing.
I’m fully aware that I should leave him alone to work and give him space, but it’s like there’s an invisible tether between us I can’t walk away from. I’ve never, in my twenty-four years on this earth, felt even an ounce of the attraction I feel for this man who I’ve only just met. How am I supposed to just go about my day like normal now? Maybe I can film a ‘day in the life’ video and subtly feature the hottest handyman I’ve ever seen.