Page 5 of The Four Leaf

For now, at least.

Samantha bends at the knee and checks under the cabinet. Her loose ponytail has fallen, spilling over her soiled white blouse. Forbidden visuals flash through my mind, and it takes too long for me to reel them in.

Flushed skin. Quick breathing. Trembling on the edge.Fuck.

“I’m not sure if I should be happy or irritated. I’ve had more than enough people look at this damn sink, and you fixed it in less than an hour.” She stands back up and crossesher arms, those big brown eyes glimmering with annoyance.

I shrug casually, tossing my shirt back on. “A thank you will suffice. Oh, and that drink.”

She huffs. “Yeah, yeah. Tell Willow they’re all on the house.”

“You tell her. You’re coming with me.”

Sam shakes her head, lifting her clipboard. “Still have lots to do and–”

The cell phone ringing in her pocket cuts her off. She digs it out and blows out a breath before answering. “What’s up?”

She listens for a response and shifts her eyes from me to scowling at the sink, then to herself in the mirror. Her brows shoot up, and her mouth drops as she takes in her disheveled appearance.

Dark dust covers the bridge of her nose and near her hairline, where she must have wiped her face. Her blouse is just as dirty, and the way her hair is barely held in place by the band, makes it appear as though she’s just got done wrestling.

Little does she know how utterly gorgeous she looks right now.

“Alright, let me get changed, and I’ll be right down.” Sam taps the red button before slipping her phone back into her pocket and glaring at my reflection in the mirror. “Why didn’t you tell me I looked this bad?”

I wave her off and answer honestly. “You look fine to me. Besides, you’re up here working. Did you expect to stay pristine?”

“Presentable at least.” She’s fussing with her hair now, running her fingers through it in an attempt to comb out the tangles.

“What’s wrong with getting a little dirty? Shows a job well done.”

Her brown eyes flash to mine briefly, and for a moment, I wonder if she hears the undercurrent message in my words.

God, what I would give to see her drenched in sweat, riddled with leaves and streaks of dirt, marked by my mouth.

My cock twitches in my jeans, the imagery adding more than I can handle right now.When I glance back at her, I realize I must have be wearing an expression that gives some type of insight into my thoughts because a blush has crept across her nose, and her breathing is louder.

I grin, trying my best to act unbothered–unphased by her natural reactions that sing to my urges. “I can help finish some of the things on your list if you’d like. Meet you downstairs in a bit.”

She’s silent for a moment before turning around and propping her hands on the sink at her side. “I mean, if you don’t mind. I didn’t plan on doing it till after the rush, but it would be nice to just have it done.”

“Of course.” I take the clipboard from her and scan over a few lines. None of it is too tedious and shouldn’t take longer than an hour. “This is still my home, even if my name isn’t on it anymore.”

Sam smiles softly, the skin creasing near her eyes. “If you insist, I won’t object. How long are you here for?”

“A couple of weeks. The next two games are close by.”

“Oh, nice.” Her bottom lip disappears between her teeth. “So you’ll be around to bother me?”

I lift my hand with the full intent to tug her lip free, but with the tension already so thick, I decide to grant us both some much needed relief. When I ruffle her hair, an annoyed laugh erupts from her mouth as she pushes me off.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Nodding, I clean up the supplies on the floor. “Yep. So make sure my spot on the couch is free.”

Sam rolls her eyes, handing me the clipboard. “Sorry, but Bell has taken a liking to your ‘spot’. She owns it now.”

“Good thing I like that cat. Guess your spot is mine now.”

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