Page 19 of Reckless Kiss

“I’ll pick you up and take you to the bedroom,” he said, already rising from his seated position.

“I hope you’re a gentleman,” she said and laughed.

Talking brazenly had never been her style, but this man was strong, seemingly capable-and he gave a shit that she was about to electrocute herself.

“Always the gentleman. The lady should always come first. Shit. I mean, go first. Fuck. Be first.”

She let out a nervous laugh as he stumbled over his words. Then, momentarily startled that Archer was affected by her, she regained her composure.

He carefully placed her on the king-sized bed and ensured the towel completely covered her. Then, taking a large step back, he glanced into the bathroom and then back to Erica. She tried and failed at her perusal of the man who caught her when she fell.

“How are you feeling?” Archer asked her.

“I feel okay now. Thanks for coming in when you did.”

Erica sat up with her hand on her towel over her breasts and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Archer’s eyes darted to her thigh that was on show.

“I’d gone to your cottage first. Ralph said your shower had tripped out the electrics. When you weren’t there, I walked back and saw the light on upstairs here.”

“I’d pay a lot of money to get a shower right now.”

“I’m really sorry. I’d told the main house and suggested they put your main cottage as one of the others.”

“You’re not the maintenance man?”

“I’m not sure what I am, to be honest, but I am a qualified electrician. There is only one shower I know is working and safe for sure. But there’s a catch.”

“It’s the sea?” she deadpanned.

“Not quite, but it is outdoors,” he said with a broad grin.

“Can you turn your back for a second?”

Archer turned around. “I’m sorry my hand landed on your breast, truly.”

“Don’t give it another thought. It’s fine,” Erica said.

She would be thinking about it for some time. His rough skin, the short squeeze that he probably didn’t rememberdoing. Did he notice her nipple hardened? She hoped not. He didn’t appear to have recognised her, so at least there wouldn’t be headlines in the gutter press online within the hour.

Maintenance man grabs Hollywood actress tit

Wrapping the towel around her body and tucking in the edge of the towel securely, she walked to where Archer was standing.

“I need to grab my wash bag, and then we can get going. Is it far?”

“A few minutes walk. You’ll need shoes if we take the shortcut.”

“Okay,” she said, pulling on her deck shoes without socks.

Archer smiled at her, “come on, follow me.”

They walked out the back of the cottage and through a gap in the hedge. This brought them level with the end of the tall trees. He took her across the lawn at the back of the cottage she first arrived at, and then they walked between the trees. On the other side, they were almost at the back of the smaller of the large mansions she passed earlier. They walked in silence to Turner Hall, where the swimming pool was located. Archer stopped next to a wooden shack.

“In there is a shower. It’s for people who are going to use the pool. There’s warm water and a shelf on which you can put your wash bag. On the back of the door is a hook for your towel. However,” he said, thinning his lips. “There’s no lock. So I’ll stand guard until you’re finished.”

With a wary look, she stepped into the wooden slatted hut with no roof and closed the door. It had a magnetic clasp.

“I can see through the wooden planks,” she said, closing one eye and checking out his thighs.

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