It was a good thing Serena looked so damn attractive in her cleaning clothes—bandanna holding back her red hair, form-fitting leggings and an oversize men’s shirt spattered with dried paint. That made cleaning her house a hell of a lot more fun.
“You are bossy as hell,” he complained as she handed him a scrubby sponge for the dishes. “That little soap thingy isn’t enough?”
“These dishes have been sitting here for a week. You promised.”
Grumbling, he set to work on the dishes. “You should at least play some tunes while we work.”
“What do you think the chances are that we actually like the same kind of music?” She bent over the pile of laundry overflowing the hamper. Even though he was focused on the dishes, he saw her reflection in the window and that was enough to get him a bit turned
