Page 16 of Flipping the Script

“Before or after you blow up your family’s cabin because you didn’t hook up the gas line properly?” A teasing lilt slipped into my voice.

He batted his eyelashes at me. “Awww, I didn’t know you cared.”

“I don’t. But I’m pretty sure an explosion would lower the property values out here. I’m just looking out for your inheritance.”

“Aren’t you the sweetest,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Next you’re going to tell me that only I can prevent forest fires?”

“If the bear shoe fits.” I grinned and finished the rest of my water.

He muttered something that sounded a lot like “asshole.”

“Do you want my help or not?” I capped the bottle and extended it to him. “Be a doll and take care of this for me.”

He glared at me, his nostrils flaring and his breath coming out in an angry huff.

For a second I thought he might take a swing at me, but he just swiped the bottle out of my hand and stomped back toward the house.

I should go. Just get in my truck and drive home without another word. I’d delivered the boxes like I said I would. My business here was done.

Instead of heading to my truck, I jumped up on the deck and checked out his progress with the grill.

He had most of it already assembled, but the problem was clear as day. The base and the grill body needed to be connected, but there was no way in hell one person could hold both pieces together and screw them in.

“How were you planning on finishing this?” I asked, sensing rather than hearing him come up behind me.

A wooden plank cracked, and the slightest touch of warmth brushed over my skin. Like the caress of sunlight through a window.

I glanced over my shoulder, my hackles—and my dick—rising. He was right behind me, so close the front of his shoulder nearly brushed the back of mine.

“Relax, sweetheart.” He smirked. “I’m not copping a feel. You just picked the worst place to stand. It’s either here, or I climb on your back.”

I’d stopped about a foot from the stairs and next to one of the support beams. With the grill pieces spread out in front of us, the only free space for him to stand without the risk of falling was directly behind me.

Refusing to let him see how much the heat from his skin was affecting me, I focused my attention on the grill. “Maybe I stood here so you wouldn’t be all up in my business.”

“Too bad for you I never back down from a challenge.”

“Challenge?” I let out a spluttering laugh. “You think this is a challenge?”

He leaned forward the slightest bit, his shoulder brushing mine as he leaned closer. “Isn’t it?”

His hot breath fanned over my cheek and ear, sending tingles up and down my spine. I shivered and jerked away, nearly falling off the deck.

Sebastian grabbed my arm, steadying me with a snickering laugh that grated on my last nerve. “Somebody likes that,” he teased.

My ears had always been one of my hot spots. Damn him for figuring that out.

“Fuck you.” I shook off his hold.

“I plan to later,” he said with a low chuckle.

Flashes of Sebastian lying on a bed and stroking himself flickered in my mind.

I shook my head, chasing away the images as my cock hardened into a semi.

Fuck.

The loose shorts I had on would be less than helpful in covering my boner. I needed to get out of here before Sebastian saw it. No way in hell would he ever let me livethatdown.

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