Page 13 of The Billionaire's Fan

Drip. Drip. Drip.

A small puddle has formed underneath one of the pipes. I press gently on the puddle and feel the wood is soft. I sit up and slam my head against the top of the cabinet.

The sound echoes through the darkened hallway as I cringe.

Shit.

There’s no sound coming from Jordyn’s room, so I resume. I move to lie on my back and glance up at the pipe again.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

I hear a clearing of the throat from the doorway, and I look over my body at a beautiful sight.

I move up on my elbows to sit up.

Bump my head again, on the bottom of the cabinet door. And with a rub of my forehead, I move to a sitting position out of harm’s way.

“Hi,” I say, suddenly feeling very exposed and I reach up and grab the hand towel to cover myself with.

“Looking for something?” she asks with a smirk.

“No, ma’am. You do, however, have a leak in your bathroom sink.”

I pretend to not stare, as she stands in front of me wearing only a t-shirt.

She looks around my body into the storage cabinet behind me. “Is that so? Even though you’re a famous rock star, do you also moonlight as a plumber?”

I shake my head with a laugh. “I know my way around a house. But I would not say that I’m a professional.”

“I can call someone and have them come and fix it in the morning.”

“I can fix this in less than five minutes. No need to bother someone else and pay for it. I just need a wrench.”

She perks up and looks away. “Give me one minute.” She returns a moment later, holding a small pink toolbox. She hands it to me, and I hide the laugh that is bubbling up.

I open the toolbox. Every tool inside is bright pink. I quirk an eyebrow and look up at her.

“My brother gave it to me when I bought the house. I want to say that this is probably the first time that it will be used, but shhh, don’t tell him that.”

“Oh, I’m going to call up the tabloids and shout the news from the rooftops.”

“Are you going to fix my sink or just sit there in your panties? Not that I don’t mind or anything,” she grins.

“Yes, ma’am. So bossy.” I joke as I lean back down and adjust the wrench before placing it at the pipe.

A moment later, I sit up and place the wrench back in its designated spot in the toolbox. I move to stand up, with the hand towel still covering myself, just in case any involuntarymovement occurs. And when our eyes meet, it happens. Thankful for the shield, I offer her a smile.

“Bedtime,” I say awkwardly.

“Indeed.”

“Unless you have any other leaks that need to be fixed?”

I stand in her kitchen,wearing my jeans, in front of the stove with bacon sizzling in front of me. Opening the cabinets, I pick out a small plate and place a few paper towels on top to absorb the grease.

I place the strips of bacon on the paper towels and cover them, placing the tongs on top of the extra paper towel, then turn to the fridge, whistling a tune from one of our songs.

Jumping at the sight of Jordyn resting her hip against the fridge with an amused look on her face.

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