Room...but Not Bored!. Dawn Atkins

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СКАЧАТЬ the muscles of his legs and chest rolling with his movement. How she managed to fixate on his body at a time like this was beyond her. It must be raw exhaustion. Like a hypnosis subject transfixed by a shiny object, she couldn’t take her eyes off him. You’re getting sleepier and sleepier…warmer and warmer…more and more aroused…

      “Things are a little confusing,” she said, trying to clear her head. “Trudy sold me this house while we were in London and now…”

      “And now I’m fixing it up for you. No problemo.” He had the bluest eyes and an expressive mouth—very broad, like it spent most of its time smiling.

      “Yes, problemo,” she corrected. “I have to live here, you see. And work here. And—”

      “Not to worry. I’m a great roommate.”

      “I’m sure you are, but, I don’t really want a roommate.” Or a construction site. Jake obviously wasn’t one of those craftsmen who prided themselves on working neatly. Supplies were scattered from one end of the room to the other. God knows what the rest of the house looked like.

      “I don’t either, but I’m flexible.” He shrugged. “You can have the master bedroom, since it’s your house.”

      She stared at him. “As I just said, I would prefer the place to myself.”

      He looked at her, blinked, smiled.

      “I’m a business consultant,” she explained. It was difficult work that requires concentration, quiet and order and—at the minimum—a room for an office. She surveyed the living room and it looked the way her life felt—confused and chaotic. Despair welled up. She rested her elbows on her knees and held her head in her hands.

      “You’re freaked right now,” Jake said softly. “Give it a few days and see how it works out.”

      She lifted her head and stared at him.

      He grinned. “What, you want to kick me out today? Make me sleep on the beach?”

      “I’m sure you have family or friends you can stay with.”

      He just looked at her with those smoky blue eyes. She knew silence was a negotiating tool meant to put the opponent on the defensive, get him to blurt a concession, and she felt herself succumbing, maybe because Jake was disconcertingly handsome and so…naked. And his eyes seemed to see more than she intended to reveal. “You just get into town?” he asked gently.

      “Yes. I just flew in from London.”

      “And, boy, are your arms tired.”

      “Funny.” Not.

      “Just kidding. You look beat. Why don’t you get out of that monkey suit and get some rest? When you’re feeling better we can talk this all out, calm and easy.”

      She stifled the urge to point out that they had talked it out. She would stay; he would go. She’d give him a bit to realize she was serious. She didn’t want to come across too harshly. It wasn’t his fault Trudy had double-booked them.

      “Come on and I’ll show you your bedroom.” He took her by the elbow and helped her to her feet. She usually disliked men she’d barely met presuming to touch her, even casually, but this felt okay—friendly and helpful, not pushy—and he let go of her as soon as she was upright.

      She walked beside him to the short, narrow hall that led to two bedrooms and a bath, her elbow still warm from his fingers.

      “I’ll move into this room,” Jake said, indicating the guest room. What had been a tidy room, accented by lacy pillows and silk flowers when she’d stayed with Trudy, was packed with equipment—oxygen tanks and rubber scuba suits, big duffels, some with fins sticking out, a pole with rope hanging off it, possibly the boom of a sailboat, two more surfboards, one of which had a sail, and a stationary bike.

      How could anybody even find the bed, let alone sleep in it?

      Even worse, the room was missing most of one wall. Through the ragged edge of Sheetrock she could see straight into the second bedroom and the rumpled bed where Jake must sleep.

      “There’s no wall!” she exclaimed, turning to him.

      “Wood rot from a ceiling leak, so I had to knock it out.”

      “How can we…you…? I mean…we can’t sleep like this!” They might as well be in the same room.

      “I don’t snore, I swear,” he said, then read her face. “We’ll put a sheet up if you want. And, relax, I won’t bother you—no sleepwalking or…whatever.”

      She knew what he meant by whatever and was a tad miffed he’d said it so fast. She was reasonably attractive, but he’d written her off like the dude with the surfboard who’d called her ma’am. She put her hair in a bun because it was efficient and it revealed her neck—one of her better features. “The sheet will do for tonight,” she said firmly, ignoring the wound to her femininity. “And you can make other living arrangements tomorrow.”

      “Check out your room,” he said, ducking below the top edge of the torn wall and stepping over the baseboard. He offered his hand. She ignored it—she could climb into a room on her own, thank you—and joined him. The master bedroom was only a couple feet larger than the guest room, and held more Jake debris—personal items in cheerful disarray—swim trunks on the floor, T-shirts in a corner, a guitar and a weight bench. He’d really made himself at home in the three weeks he’d been here.

      Jake reached past her to pick a pillow off the floor, which he tossed onto the rumpled bed. “Sheets are pretty fresh—washed yesterday—but I’ll change them if you want.”

      “I’m sure they’re fine,” she said.

      “It’s a great mattress. Try it out.” He motioned at it.

      She flashed on the activities that would call for him to put the mattress through its paces and tensed. “I’ll take your word for it.” No way was she lying on a bed looking up at a mostly naked Jake.

      He bent beside her and grabbed a T-shirt and some shorts, his thigh muscles flexing, his trunks tight over his butt. Wow. Jake might act lazy, but there was nothing lazy about his body. Not an ounce of fat hid the muscles of his legs, arms and back, and his abdomen was corrugated, thanks, no doubt, to the weight bench. The fleeting image of Jake pumping iron turned Ariel’s insides to jelly.

      Jake stood. She dragged her eyes away, but too late. He caught her staring and grinned. “I’ll clear out my gear later so you can catch some zs. Take your clothes off, though. You’ll sleep better.”

      “I’ll be fine,” she said.

      He seemed to be disrobing her all on his own, so she crossed her arms over her chest.

      He smiled. You got me, his eyes cheerfully conceded.

      That friendly X-ray stare made up for Jake’s earlier dismissal. Superficial of her maybe, but as a woman she felt better.

      “How about I make you a protein and banana smoothie?” he said. “You need potassium. Flying zaps your salts.”

      “Thanks, СКАЧАТЬ