Page 5 of Mister Landlord

Eleanor

“Ow, fuck,” I groan rubbing my elbow then look down at all of the dildos in all different shapes and sizes that just fell on the floor right along with the shelf I just hit my elbow on. Who the fuck decided to call it a funny bone? Motherfucker hurts like a bitch when you hit it. This is Beau’s fault. With all of his sexy muscles and tattoos, I think to myself while I survey the damage on the floor. Okay, maybe it’s just me but I have never felt this way about a man before. I haven't been able to get him out of my head since last night. Then I fell asleep and he starred in a rather in-depth sex dream that left me hot, sweaty, and tangled up in my sheets when I woke up. The bell rings above the front door indicating that someone has just come in. I turn around to see the man I have been fantasizing about is standing in the doorway of my little shop with a slack jaw and a hungry look in his eyes. He’s holding a big bouquet of purple roses with yellow daisies in it. He's wearing a white shirt and a pair of dark jeans hung low on his narrow waist. They cling to his impressive thigh muscles. He’s completed the look with a pair of work boots that look well used.

Damn, I'd like to be well used by him.

I can see some of his tattoos through his white shirt and I swear it takes everything in me not to drool. Fuck me. He is sex on a stick. I blush at my own thoughts. “Hi, Beau. What are you doing here?” I ask. He runs his hungry gaze slowly over my body. His eyes widen when he sees that I am standing in the middle of a fuck ton of dildos. He stares at them for a few seconds, then clears his throat looking back up at me.

“These are for you. I wanted to see if you would like to have lunch with me?” he asks, handing me the flowers. I take them and hold them up against my chest.

"No one has ever bought me flowers before. Thank you." I sigh smelling the heady aroma of them.

"Well, that's a damn shame. A gorgeous woman like yourself should be pampered with flowers. Although I do have to admit I am glad I am the first. I want to be all your firsts," he says stepping closer to me. I bite my bottom lip and look up into his dark chocolate eyes. "How about that date, chérie?" His voice is like a smooth whiskey. He cups my jaw and gently tugs my lip free then lightly runs his thumb over it. I gasp loving the feel of his calloused thumb caressing my lower lip. Holy fuck balls, with him so close to me he seems even bigger. His wide shoulders blocking out the sun, my head only coming to his hard chest. I have to tilt my head back just to keep looking into his intense stare. Next to him, I feel dainty and small. Damn, I can't help picturing what all those hard muscles would feel like against my softness. Fuck he’s only touched my lip and I am already weak in the knees.

I take a deep breath trying to remember the question he asked me but can’t for the life of me. The door to the shop opens and l let out a shaky breath. He drops his hand taking a deep breath as well. I take a step back, trying to get my bearings only to trip over a rather large dildo. I squeak in surprise and feel myself falling. Beau is there in an instant, wrapping his thick, strong arms around me, pulling me flat against his magnificent body. My hands land on his hard pecs. “You alright, chérie?” I take another deep breath trying to get my hormones in check which was a bad idea. Oh, sweet mother Mary! He smells good too, like sex and sin, also something uniquely him.

“Yeah. Thanks for catching me.” He gives me a sexy grin showing off a pair of perfect white teeth.

“Always love.” I blush. He lets me go and I instantly miss his arms around me. I hear a bark of laughter.

“Oh my God, what happened here?” Adelaida, my best friend and business partner, says walking around the corner. It is only then that I remember that we are standing in the middle of over a hundred dildos. I can’t help but giggle. I just almost had my first kiss in the middle of a whole lotta cocks. He seems to notice, and he gives a low chuckle.

“I would love to go to lunch but I need to clean this up first.” Beau grins.

“Here, let me help,” he replies, bending down to grab some rubber dicks. I look over to Adel as she mouths “holy fucking shit yum.” She points to his ass then gives me a thumbs up. I blush scarlet. She grins when he stands back up, his arms are full. “Where would you like me to put these, chérie? If you would like I can come back after lunch and make you a new shelf, one that will hold all of your products.” He flushes and looks a little nervous that I might say no and I can't help thinking he looks adorable.

“I would love your help, but I don't know how I could repay you.” He shakes his head.

“Come to lunch with me and we can just call it even.” I grin.

“Deal. Follow me I have a back room.”

“Hey Elle, after he drops his load off, y’all can go. I can watch the shop.”

“Thanks, Adele.” I take him to the back office then we make our way to the front to grab my purse. I introduced her to Beau then we are on our way.

Lunch ended up being an hour and a half. After some red beans and rice, we went to the hardware store and Beau had me pick out the shelves that I wanted. While we were there, he got the new faucet for the bathtub and a few other things for the house.

When we got back to my shop, he got to work while I started putting some of the new stuff that I had ordered out. I tried not to watch him as he made sturdier shelves for my shop, but my eyes kept wandering to him. His huge muscles bulge when he moves the wood, and the way he uses a hammer? Sweet Jesus! He is hot as fuck. I have been in a constant state of need all day, wishing he was using all those hard muscles and working up a sweat with me instead of the shelves. After a long day at work with Beau there, I am primed and ready to jump his bones. After a quick goodbye, and an overly flirtatious thank you, I make a hasty exit before I make an ass out of myself.

When I get to my car, I try to start it, but it won’t turn over. I try again, then rest my head against the steering wheel. Fuck me. I look up when I hear a knock on my window that causes me to jump.

“You alright, love?” I hear Beau’s muffled voice through the closed window.

“My car won’t start,” I comment. He opens my door for me.

“Come on, chérie, I’ll take you home.”

“Okay, thank you. Thank you again for all of your help at the shop today. I don't know what I would have done without you there.”

“Don't mention it, love. I am happy to help.”

How the hell am I supposed to resist falling in love with the man who seems to be determined to make my life easier?

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