Page 8 of Gina's Fantasy

Chapter Five

Though he tried not to show it, Flynn was sweating bullets as he drove away from Gina’s house with her in the truck beside him. It had been a hell of a lot of years since he had spent any real kind of time with anyone except his coworkers or his roommate. He wondered if he would be able to keep his focus on the romance of her fantasy instead of the sex.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye several times to see Gina’s reaction as he drove from her neighborhood across town to his. She remained silent, and though she looked around, her expression was unreadable.

At the next light, he had to shift in his seat as her soft, earthy feminine scent filled the truck’s cab. Just being this close to her had his cock half-hard and twitching though she had not said a word in the last five minutes.

Not knowing what to say to fill the silence that was not as comfortable as he would have preferred, Flynn remained silent until he pulled into the driveway of the house he had moved into nearly two years before. His address was at the top of a long list of things he had never shared with her though he now had trouble remembering why.

He pulled around to the garage and parked before turning to look at her. “Come on, I’ll show you around.”

Reaching for the visor, he pressed the garage door opener before climbing out. Gina followed silently, her expression still unreadable, but her eyes alight with curiosity. Carrying her bag, she trailed behind him into the triple garage where he ran his woodworking shop.

He looked around and wondered how she would see his shop. To him, it was functional despite the fact that he had needed to clean it up more than a month ago. Linking his hand with hers, he took her around the garage on a quick tour.

The shelves along the far sidewall held supplies, and two large worktables in the center of the space provided more than enough room for almost any size project he was putting together. If need be, they could be pushed together, or separated like they were now for smaller ones.

Several finished pieces that were ready for delivery filled one corner of the garage. Maybe he would take her out this afternoon to deliver those so she could see the entire scope of his business. His desk with three computer screens sat in one back corner with a bulletin board of new orders and messages waiting for his attention hanging on the wall over it. It was not neat or organized, but he knew where everything was, and that was the important thing.

The three wooden rocking chairs he was currently working on covered one of the worktables. His plan had been to put them together today so he could stain and varnish them tonight or maybe tomorrow morning, depending on how things went with Gina.

“This is it,” he said when Gina still did not say anything. “I need to finish putting these together this morning, so make yourself at home.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“You can sit there and talk to me, or you can break out that computer and do your own work, but whatever you do, you cannot come to this side of the room,” he said with a grin as he drew a line down the middle of the room. “You have to stay on your side and I have to stay on mine. Otherwise neither of us will get anything done.”

She smiled and moved to sit on one of the stools that floated around the room wherever he needed them. “Sounds like a plan. Want to bet on who breaks first?”

“Depends on which scene you’re writing in your book,” Flynn said with a chuckle.

“Working up to the climatic last sex scene,” she replied. With a wink and grin, she unbuttoned the top button of her shirt and spread the neckline open a little further until he could see the curve of her breasts and the lace of her bra.

Swallowing hard, he asked, “Is that one of those front-close bras you’re wearing?”

Gina’s grin widened even further. “Does it matter? You’re supposed to stay on that side of the room and work.”

He chuckled. “You’re going to play dirty, aren’t you?”

She blinked and tried to look innocent. The only problem was her sexy grin gave away her naughty intentions. “Me? I’m just going to sit over here and work on getting my characters back together and into bed. Now go to work,” she said, making a shooing motion with one hand as she turned her tablet on with the other.

Wondering if she realized how much she affected him just by being here in his shop, Flynn went to his computer and turned on the country music radio station he usually listened to while he worked. With a glance at Gina, who he found was watching him, he forced himself not to cross the room but to attend to the job covering the table on his side of the room.

But as his hands did what they were supposed to do, and had done many times before, his mind remained focused in Gina’s dictation. His gaze rose from the chair constantly, checking on what the woman on the other side of the garage was doing.

She did not seem to have the same problem focusing on her work as he did on his, though her fingers were not moving as quickly as they should have been if she had been truly caught up in her storytelling.

Dropping his gaze back to the chair back he was putting together, Flynn wondered if trying to make her fantasy come true was as good as idea as he had once thought. Would this day bring them closer together? Or push a bigger wedge between them?

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Though Gina was at the point in the story where she usually forgot the rest of the world and lost herself in her writing, she was having a hard time keeping her mind on her characters. Flynn was only a few yards away, busy with his own work and seemingly lost in his own world. Though she kept her face angled down toward the screen she was working on, her gaze often rose to watch him as he deftly connected wooden pieces together in what looked like a giant jigsaw puzzle to her.

She wanted to set her own work to the side so she could watch him, ask questions, and learn more about Flynn’s career and business, but fear held her tongue silent. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to go back and read the last pages of her story to get back into the scene she was supposed to be writing.

It only took a few minutes before the story grabbed her, and she was lost in the world of her story, tying up the loose ends as the story raced toward the last scene and those magical words every author loved to type, The End.

She found herself shifting on the stool as she wrote the final sex scene, wishing she could be the female character who had just heard the man she had loved for more than half the book finally declare his love for her.

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