She gives me a smile. “That would be great. I’d really appreciate it.”
Normally, I wouldn’t go out of my way to do anything extra in a job, but I sort of feel sorry for this woman. I may not know much about Avery’s situation, but I can see she’s overwhelmed.
Great, I barely even know this woman, and I’m already being way nicer than normal. But I need to get my head on straight. I’m sure Avery thinks of this as nothing more than a business deal.
I need to do the same.
Lord,thismanisbuilt like a fucking tree.
When I heard Duke Samson was a retired Navy SEAL, I figured he was probably in good shape, but I also kind of figured he’d be old. That’s what I think of when I hear the word ‘retired’.
But Duke can’t be much older than me. I’d say we’re both approaching forty, but neither of us is quite there yet.
And man, he’s fun to look at. He’s probably a little over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a thick chest. He has dark eyes and equally dark hair with a beard to match.
He comes off a bit gruff, but overall, he seems pretty nice. I appreciate that he offered to show me samples to try to help with my indecisiveness. He definitely didn’t make me feel as dumb as I made myself feel.
As we’ve spent the past hour together, I find myself imagining what Mr. Duke Samson may be like in bed. I figure it’s probably because I haven’t been laid in quite some time, and now, I’m like a dog in heat.
I wonder if he would be rough in the sack.
But how rough?
The look Duke gives me makes me wonder if I accidentally said any of my inappropriate thoughts out loud. But it becomes clear that he asked me something, and I have no idea what.
“I’m sorry. What?” I ask, feeling embarrassed.
“When do you want me to get started?”
“Oh,” I stammer. “Right. Well, I’d say the sooner, the better. I’d like to get this job done as quickly as possible.”
“Understood.” The way he says it shows his military background. “I can get started tomorrow if that works for you.”
“That would be great,” I reply.
“What time do you want me to be here? I’m usually up pretty early, but I don’t want to wake you.”
I shake my head. “Don’t worry about it. I’m up at five every day.”
“You and me both. I know you’re in a hurry to get this project done. I can be here every day to work except for Thursday afternoons. I need those off.”
Curiosity makes me wonder what he has going on Thursday afternoons, but frankly, it’s none of my business. So, I just say, “Sounds good.”
“Tomorrow, I’ll start with patching some of the drywall around the house, and we can go from there.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
He stands up to leave but first walks over to throw his empty beer in the trashcan. “It was nice meeting you, Avery. I look forward to doing business with you.”
“You too, Duke.”