| Author: | Laura Lovecraft | ISBN: | 9781370701643 |
| Publisher: | Boruma Publishing | Publication: | March 27, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Laura Lovecraft |
| ISBN: | 9781370701643 |
| Publisher: | Boruma Publishing |
| Publication: | March 27, 2018 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
All week Miranda's looked forward to going out on Saturday night pick up a hot young stud, but when the thermostat breaks she's stuck waiting for maintenance. Sitting there alone and sweating, Miranda isn't happy. That changes when she sees Chris, the hot young maintenance man. Chris has his work cut out for him when Miranda decides she'd rather heat up than cool down!
~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~
"I want you to rub my feet." Miranda smiled at the way he froze with his hand in the bag.
"What did you say?"
"You heard me." She stretched out her leg and wiggled her purple toes at him. "My feet are sore and you have such nice strong hands."
"Ma'am, I mean Miss..."
"Miranda." She slid her foot down his leg and he jumped when she worked her foot up under his jeans high enough to touch his bare leg over his sock.
"I don't think that's..."
"Say my name." Her smile was gone and she focused her intense gaze on his nervous one. "I want to hear you say it."
"Miranda, I don't think that would be appropriate." He stepped back out of reach of her foot, and zipping up his bag, picked it up.
"Chris, am I dressed like a woman who cares about being appropriate?"
"No, but you were going out. I work here and you live here."
"Just means we can cut right to the fun and we don't have to worry about anyone needing to take a cab." Miranda pointed to him. "Drop the bag and come rub my feet."
When he didn't move, she shrugged.
"Way I see it, Chris is your job is to make sure everything in my apartment that needs tended to is taken care of and right now I have sore feet and something hot and wet that needs taken care of."
"Wet..oh, goddamn." Chris whispered, and Miranda held back a laugh when the bag fell to the floor from his suddenly loose grip.
"Wet, hot and sticky, kind of like the rest of me." Miranda, slowly licked her lips. "I've been told it's pretty sweet too."
"You're screwing with me aren't you?" Miranda could hear the nervous tremble in his voice and his face was beet red and she doubted it was the temperature in the room. "I could lose my job if I say yes."
"Only if I told on you." Miranda sighed. "But if you leave me here with my issues untended too, I might have to report you for not doing your job."
All week Miranda's looked forward to going out on Saturday night pick up a hot young stud, but when the thermostat breaks she's stuck waiting for maintenance. Sitting there alone and sweating, Miranda isn't happy. That changes when she sees Chris, the hot young maintenance man. Chris has his work cut out for him when Miranda decides she'd rather heat up than cool down!
~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~
"I want you to rub my feet." Miranda smiled at the way he froze with his hand in the bag.
"What did you say?"
"You heard me." She stretched out her leg and wiggled her purple toes at him. "My feet are sore and you have such nice strong hands."
"Ma'am, I mean Miss..."
"Miranda." She slid her foot down his leg and he jumped when she worked her foot up under his jeans high enough to touch his bare leg over his sock.
"I don't think that's..."
"Say my name." Her smile was gone and she focused her intense gaze on his nervous one. "I want to hear you say it."
"Miranda, I don't think that would be appropriate." He stepped back out of reach of her foot, and zipping up his bag, picked it up.
"Chris, am I dressed like a woman who cares about being appropriate?"
"No, but you were going out. I work here and you live here."
"Just means we can cut right to the fun and we don't have to worry about anyone needing to take a cab." Miranda pointed to him. "Drop the bag and come rub my feet."
When he didn't move, she shrugged.
"Way I see it, Chris is your job is to make sure everything in my apartment that needs tended to is taken care of and right now I have sore feet and something hot and wet that needs taken care of."
"Wet..oh, goddamn." Chris whispered, and Miranda held back a laugh when the bag fell to the floor from his suddenly loose grip.
"Wet, hot and sticky, kind of like the rest of me." Miranda, slowly licked her lips. "I've been told it's pretty sweet too."
"You're screwing with me aren't you?" Miranda could hear the nervous tremble in his voice and his face was beet red and she doubted it was the temperature in the room. "I could lose my job if I say yes."
"Only if I told on you." Miranda sighed. "But if you leave me here with my issues untended too, I might have to report you for not doing your job."
