Page 24 of Tease Me

A man came barreling in through the sliding glass doors twenty-five minutes later. He was short and stout but built like a footballer and had a wild mop of black curly hair and flushed cheeks. As he juggled his equipment, he nearly tripped over hisownfeet on his way to the reception counter.

“Hi.” I couldn’t help but smile at his eagerness. “You must be Jackson Kane.”

He put his hands on the counter. “Yep, at your service.” He winked at me.

I nearly burst out laughing. “Thank you for coming.”

“No. No. Thank you for calling. To be honest, I never thought I’d get the call.”

I frowned. “What call?”

“The call from the Hot Horizon Hotel.” He was breathless, and as he ran his hand through the unruly mop of hair, I noticed the fine sheen of sweat on his forehead. It looked as if he’d run a marathon to get here.

I tried to ignore his massive grin as I placed the ‘back in five minutes’ sign on the counter for the second time that night. “This way, please.”

He hoisted a heavy-looking metal box with one hand and carried an overloaded tool belt with the other.I had no idea why he wasn’t wearing itbutdidn’t bother asking. His tools jingled in timetohis steps as he matched my stride across the lobby.

As I pressed thebutton for the elevator, I turned to him, but he snapped his eyes away and fidgeted with the strap on his tool belt as we waited.

Maybe he downed a coffee or something before he got here.

The tool belt tumbled from his fingers, and the thundering sound echoed off the polishedsurfaces of the lobby.“Sorry. Sorry.”

Ashe bent down to pick it up, I studied his broad shoulders.Clearly,Jackson worked out.

“Are you okay?” I asked as he returned upright.

“Yep. Just excited.” His smile was model-worthy, with perfectly straight white teeth and lips like plump raspberries. His tongue flicked out as if he knew where I was looking.

I cocked my head. “About what exactly?”

The elevator pinged open, and we stepped inside.Heput the toolbox down and then caught my gaze. His lips curled at the sides, and when he winked again, I changed my stance, ready to kick him in the balls should he do anything weird.

“My mate Mickey was here a few months ago. He’s a plumber . . .” he trailed off.

My heart leaped to my throat as I remembered Mickey the Fixer. . . the smoking-hot plumber with the stunning model looks. I feigned confusion. “And?”

Jackson wriggled his eyebrows, and his fingers trembled as he tugged his shirt down. “You know . . .”

My clit purred as I pictured my top-model gorgeous plumber and the amazing orgasms I’d had by his hands. As my clenching insides made me squirm, I shook my head. “Umm, no, I don’t.”

Jackson squirmed, too, and aquickglance was all I needed to see the bulge in his shorts. This guy was horny as hell. And cute. And sexy, in an unassuming, guy-next-door kind of way. Heobviouslywanted Memphis soooobadly, andall of a sudden, I felt obliged to give her to him. After all, hedid race overhere at three o’clock in the morning.

The elevator pinged open, and I strode ahead of him to room forty-six. “So, here we are.” I pushed the door open. “See? No lights.” I flicked the switches a few times for his benefit.

“Righty-ho.”He squeezed past me, and I inhaled the musky colognethathe must have splashed on beforehe lefthome.“So, I’ll leave you to it. Just press the reception button on the phone if you need me.”

“Okay. I’ll be right in here then.” He turned from me, and most of his bodywas consumedby the darkness. “Can you tell Memphis where I am, please?” He said it louder than he needed to.

I nearly giggled at his boyish eagerness as I shook my head. “I’m sorry. I have no idea who you’re talking about.”

“Okay.” He shrugged. “I’ll stay right here. Room forty-six.”

I sucked my bottom lip to stop from giggling. It was a bit hard to seehimin the darkness, but I thinkhewriggledhisshoulders in some kind of sexy, come-hither move.

Stopping myself from laughing, I turned. “I’ll be at reception if you need me.”

But I didn’t go to reception. I went straight to my room, stripped off, put blue contact lenses in my eyes, plied on my makeup, braided my hair, pinned it, and shoved it into the black wigthat thesexy plumber had seen me in. I decided on my blue satin panties, and for alittlecheekiness, I went without a bra. I wouldn’t need it anyway.

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