body stopped talking and my brain took over. Look, this is very…flattering and all, but I really think it’s a bad idea. I don’t know what came over me.”
Rolling his eyes, Derrick sighed. “Interruptions can kill the mood. But if I got you there once, I can do it again.”
“No, really. I shouldn’t. It’s just that—”
He cut her off with a snap of his fingers. “I know what the problem is. Be right back!”
“No, wait, you don’t under—”
“Hey, Ty! We need you up here, quick!” He was actually yelling out the window.
“—stand.” Great. Now the whole neighborhood will think—what? That she was up here on the floor getting gangbanged by her construction crew? She shook her head sadly. Not likely. No, not likely at all…
At least she had a blanket. Draping it over her shoulders, she wrapped herself in its warmth. Derrick had been doing a pretty good job of keeping her warm, but now, she was feeling downright chilly, in spite of the fact that the room wasn’t a bit cold. Nerves, she told herself, shivering. Just nerves…
The sound of not one, but two pairs of feet pounding up the stairs echoed off the bare walls. There was no escaping it now. She was about to zoom right past embarrassment and head straight on into complete mortification.
The two men burst into the room in a manner reminiscent of their earlier visit, and if their anxious expressions were anything to go by, at the very least they must’ve thought she needed CPR. “I’m okay,” she assured them. “I don’t need any help. Derrick shouldn’t have bothered you.”
“Hey, now. I didn’t call them to help you,” Derrick said. “I called them to help me.” He turned to Tyrone. “I almost had her, Ty, but I think she needs someone who’s less of a slut and more of a Don Juan. You’re the best kisser. I think you should take over.”
Angelica’s head began to throb. Wincing, she bowed her head to massage her temples. If nothing else, she could pull the blanket over her head and hide like an ostrich with its head in the sand. Maybe then they would get the message and go away before she died of embarrassment. “I think you guys should just go on back to work. I’m a lost cause anyway.”
“The hell you are,” Luke said. “And if anyone around here qualifies as a Don Juan, it’s me. I at least look the part.”
Angelica certainly couldn’t argue with that, particularly in light of his long, black hair, though she knew for a fact he wasn’t the least bit Spanish.
“Yes, but Ty’s a better kisser,” Derrick insisted. “And, trust me, I know what I’m talking about.”
“Not sure she’d want to kiss me now,” Tyrone said ruefully. “I’m covered with sawdust and probably stink to high heaven.” He glanced at Luke. “Actually, neither one of us is fit company for a lady.”
“You two go take a shower real quick,” Derrick suggested. “I’ll keep her occupied until you get back.”
“Can’t we just forget it?” Angelica blurted out. She wasn’t sure she could take much more of this. It was a little like being seduced by Larry, Moe, and Curly.
But Luke was already stripping off his shirt, and he didn’t look like any of the Three Stooges. Zorro, perhaps, but not Larry or Moe, and certainly not Curly.
Derrick must’ve noticed her rapt expression. “Pretty hot stuff, isn’t he, Angel? Wait ’til you see him without his pants.”
Luke grinned as he unbuckled his belt. “Just give us a minute to wash up, sweetheart. I promise you’ll be glad you did.” Then he dropped his jeans.
Her jaw dropped right along with them. “Oh, my God… ”
Chapter 4
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