Page 10 of Dirty Secret

CHAPTER 4

Max

"The scene of the crime," Heidi said

A few strands of gold fluttered around her face, sliding over her cheeks and mouth as she shook her head. I tried not to stare at the lone strand that stuck to her lower lip. When she released a throaty chuckle, I groaned.

"Sorry, dumb joke."

Her head turned, and she continued down the stairs.

"No, not dumb. I got it," I said.

Her back was like a sexy wall. I was glad it caught me as I stumbled into her when she stopped at the bottom of her basement. For that brief moment, my nostrils filled with lavender and a hint of cinnamon as I gasped and sputtered an apology.

I pulled away and my eyes dipped to her chest. I groaned once more at what I saw there. She had on a yellow T-shirt, which I had noticed when I came over five minutes earlier but refused to lower my gaze to anything below her neck.

Last night I gave myself a pep talk in the mirror after my shower and made a plan—stay away from Heidi as much as possible. And, if I had to talk to her, keep my eyes on her face and only her face. No lust-filled thoughts that turned into stares at her supple and delicious body.

Only someone filthy and, obviously, pathetic would do that. I may be lonely, but I didn't have to act like it. Like right now, as much as I wanted to remove my line of sight from her chest, I couldn't. It was like her tits were staring at me.

On the front of her shirt was a cartoon picture of a cat, and each eye was perfectly molded to her breast with her nipples causing the irises to protrude. It was disturbing and sexy at the same time.

I won't even start on her tiny jean shorts.

"I made sure it was all ready to sink your hands into." Heidi smiled as her arms widened.

"Huh?"

"The basement. I cleared it since I called you last week. It's all ready to get started."

Rubbing my chin, I turned and pretended to assess the room. A ghost appeared before me. Heidi's basement wasn't haunted—at least I didn't think it was—but the spirit was a memory of my grandfather. He was here to help by lecturing me on the importance of a good wrench.

Best cure of getting rid of a hard-on? Think about your dead grandfather.

"Yes, looks good. I can get started right away," I said with my back to her.

"Is it just you? Seems like a big job . . . I figured you would have other people with you."

Sighing, I rubbed at the back of my neck. Why wasn't she leaving? My cock really wanted Heidi to stay and ask as many questions as she liked. He really preferred questions like, "How big is your dick?" and "Can you show it to me?" But the part of me that needed the money wanted Heidi to go back upstairs to her kitchen.

I walked over to the washer and placed my red metal toolbox on top. "I can always call a few people I know if I need an extra hand, but I think I'll be able to handle this by myself."

The truth . . . I didn't want to drag anyone else into my deceit.

The sparkle in her eyes dimmed as I turned to face her.

"Oh, I guess that's good. You would use another plumber, of course. Someone skilled and not, say, the client to help you out?" She laughed but something about it seemed false.

"I would never let a client help. They pay me to work, not for them to do the work. Now, if you will let—"

"I just thought, if you needed help, I could let you use the guns."

Jerking my head back, I asked, "What? Guns?"

She lifted her arms, making fists and kissed each of her upper arms. "Yeah, my guns." With a snort, her cheeks flushed with pink and it was adorable. "Another joke."

Lowering my head, I did my best to suppress a laugh. The more time I spent with her—not that it's been much—the more I adored her. I thought it was because I was super horny, or that I was lusting after her because she's gorgeous, but she's adorably funny, too. And it made me want to know even more about her.

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