cardigan –made me look like an old fart – and pulled out my tweed mini dress from the closet. I matched this up with a pair of woolly tights and a black polo neck underneath. The dress was so short that bending would’ve shown my knickers if I hadn’t worn the tights. Not to be too over the top I pulled on my black Ugg boots to finish the look.
As I gazed at myself in the mirror I had to smile, my long slim body looked amazing and not to brag but my body looks amazing in everything. Good genes I guess but that was just a blessing I possessed. Yes, I can feel the eyes rolling and the mutter of Who does she think she is? That’s okay, I’ve heard it all my life and it goes through one ear and out the next. Do I ramble on or what?
I decided to put on some foundation, purple lipstick that looked amazing against my dark skin and just a touch of blusher. I let loose my hair and let it do what it wanted which looked rather cute. I was satisfied. What was I hoping for? Deep down I was hoping for a hottie to knock on my door. It had been years since that had ever happened to me and I’d seen and heard so many stories about sexy firemen or workmen coming to rescue women in distress, perhaps it was my turn.
And it was. He knocked on the door, rather loudly at ten to eleven. My heart thudded, it was the craziest thing. I stood with my back against the door and gave myself a little pep talk. If he’s ugly then there’s a bottle of wine in the fridge and a box of tissues upstairs. Hormones, hormones, I swear it must be the arrival of the menopause devil. But if he’s cute, sexy and all things nice, then the gods have been smiling down at me.
‘You’re so vein,’ I sung as low as I could. I turned around and opened the door to...
‘Ms Jacobs, Mark to fix the washing machine.’
‘You probably thing this song is about you,’ it was only a whisper.
‘Ms Jacobs?’
‘Oh yes, yes of course, do come in.’ Where the hell had that voice come from.
I shut the door, Oh my god!
Six foot three or four, jet black short hair, blue eyes that could steal any woman’s heart, stubble around his picture perfect face... must I go on about this sex on legs. The gods were definitely smiling down on me.
‘Straight ahead.’ I gulped.
He walked into the kitchen directly to the washing machine and pulled out the machine, his biceps tensed as he did so.
‘Is it hot in here or is it just me?’ I honestly couldn’t believe I’d said that but something took over my brain, the lust demon or something but I was really hot, no seriously, I was burning up.
‘Perhaps it’s just you.’ He smiled lightly. ‘What seems to be the problem?’
‘Urm...urm...’ I scratched my head. What was the problem again? ‘Urm...’ Damit! Oh yes, the... the start button isn’t working.’ I explained to him what happened when I tried to use the machine. He nodded and looked at me a little amused.
‘Okay, I’ll just disconnect it and have a look.’ He stretched over to disconnect the appliance, my eyes could not move from his hot body. He turned to me and caught me red-handed with my lower lip tucked into my mouth. He smiled then proceeded to look at the machine.
‘You don’t mind if these clothes get wet?’ He pointed at the clothes in the washer.
‘No no that’s fine.’ I sounded like I was singing.
Again he smiled then pressed the start button and wala, it worked.
‘Nah, it didn’t work yesterday,’ I said watching as he started it over and over again.
‘It seems to be working today.’ He opened the top of the machine and checked the button from behind. ‘Everything is in working order Ms Jacobs. This machine is pretty sensitive; all you have to do is give it a light push.’
I felt so embarrassed.
‘Come here let me show you.’
I moved close to where he crouched gazing at the machine.
‘Just a simple push like that.’ He demonstrated. ‘Come down and have a look.’
Was it really necessary? No, but who
As I gazed at myself in the mirror I had to smile, my long slim body looked amazing and not to brag but my body looks amazing in everything. Good genes I guess but that was just a blessing I possessed. Yes, I can feel the eyes rolling and the mutter of Who does she think she is? That’s okay, I’ve heard it all my life and it goes through one ear and out the next. Do I ramble on or what?
I decided to put on some foundation, purple lipstick that looked amazing against my dark skin and just a touch of blusher. I let loose my hair and let it do what it wanted which looked rather cute. I was satisfied. What was I hoping for? Deep down I was hoping for a hottie to knock on my door. It had been years since that had ever happened to me and I’d seen and heard so many stories about sexy firemen or workmen coming to rescue women in distress, perhaps it was my turn.
And it was. He knocked on the door, rather loudly at ten to eleven. My heart thudded, it was the craziest thing. I stood with my back against the door and gave myself a little pep talk. If he’s ugly then there’s a bottle of wine in the fridge and a box of tissues upstairs. Hormones, hormones, I swear it must be the arrival of the menopause devil. But if he’s cute, sexy and all things nice, then the gods have been smiling down at me.
‘You’re so vein,’ I sung as low as I could. I turned around and opened the door to...
‘Ms Jacobs, Mark to fix the washing machine.’
‘You probably thing this song is about you,’ it was only a whisper.
‘Ms Jacobs?’
‘Oh yes, yes of course, do come in.’ Where the hell had that voice come from.
I shut the door, Oh my god!
Six foot three or four, jet black short hair, blue eyes that could steal any woman’s heart, stubble around his picture perfect face... must I go on about this sex on legs. The gods were definitely smiling down on me.
‘Straight ahead.’ I gulped.
He walked into the kitchen directly to the washing machine and pulled out the machine, his biceps tensed as he did so.
‘Is it hot in here or is it just me?’ I honestly couldn’t believe I’d said that but something took over my brain, the lust demon or something but I was really hot, no seriously, I was burning up.
‘Perhaps it’s just you.’ He smiled lightly. ‘What seems to be the problem?’
‘Urm...urm...’ I scratched my head. What was the problem again? ‘Urm...’ Damit! Oh yes, the... the start button isn’t working.’ I explained to him what happened when I tried to use the machine. He nodded and looked at me a little amused.
‘Okay, I’ll just disconnect it and have a look.’ He stretched over to disconnect the appliance, my eyes could not move from his hot body. He turned to me and caught me red-handed with my lower lip tucked into my mouth. He smiled then proceeded to look at the machine.
‘You don’t mind if these clothes get wet?’ He pointed at the clothes in the washer.
‘No no that’s fine.’ I sounded like I was singing.
Again he smiled then pressed the start button and wala, it worked.
‘Nah, it didn’t work yesterday,’ I said watching as he started it over and over again.
‘It seems to be working today.’ He opened the top of the machine and checked the button from behind. ‘Everything is in working order Ms Jacobs. This machine is pretty sensitive; all you have to do is give it a light push.’
I felt so embarrassed.
‘Come here let me show you.’
I moved close to where he crouched gazing at the machine.
‘Just a simple push like that.’ He demonstrated. ‘Come down and have a look.’
Was it really necessary? No, but who
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