Chapter Four
Beck
Maisie worried her bottom lip. Hell. She looked all flustered and worried and damn if I didn’t want to do something ridiculous like hug her. Well, I also wanted to f**k her and had hardly been able to stop thinking about her hot n***d body with soap all over it.
She was leaning against the wall in the bathroom, her tempestuous curls pulled up into a ponytail. Her cheeks were flushed pink and those wide brown eyes were wider than usual. I wasn’t used to getting so rattled by a woman, I felt out of control. Take now, for example. Thank f**k I had a tool bag in hand to use to shield my hard c**k. I could feel it pressing against the zipper of my jeans.
I was here for one reason only—to fix her hot water heater. I’d done that and should now be moving right along. Instead,
