“Kudos to you for knowing that.”

“I use an app.”

“Oh. That’s smart. So what do you need from me? I’m obviously no help. Sorry, bae.”

“Well, I guess I want to know what you think I should do? He obviously is just in it for the physical part. And I want to have sex with him … but he won’t, despite his total disconnect to the emotional part.”

“And you’re sure you want him to?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know. I know that I wouldn’t say no, even if I’d be filled with regret.”

“Call Arnie. He’ll take it. Probably won’t even care if it’s more than a one and done. Then you can … cook for anyone without this being an issue.”

I didn’t want to cook for anyone but Fisher.

“Thanks.” I sighed. “I’ll figure it out.”

“Okay. Call me if you need anything, even if I’m not much help.”

“Will do.”

* * *

“Good morning.” Fisher walked out of the garage with a mug of coffee in his hand just as I rounded the corner to his truck.

Dang! He looked hot that morning.

Jeans.

Tee.

Work boots.

Wet hair.

Scruffy face.

The same as other days, but different too.

Just … hotter.

“Morning.” I couldn’t maintain eye contact with him. Looking at him without thinking about him naked presented itself as the world’s most impossible task. Truth? There was a reason I’d thought of him as the “naked fisherman” since the day we met.

“Coffee’s still hot inside if you want a cup to go.” He opened his door as I opened my side.

“I’m good. Thanks.”

As we pulled out of the driveway, he shot me a brief glance. “How was your weekend?”

I tried and failed to hide my grin. As if he didn’t know …

“Fine. How was yours?”

“Not too bad. Mowed the lawn. Went to my brother’s concert. Did a few loads of laundry. Oh … and I got a damn good hand job last night.”

My head whipped in his direction. “I didn’t give you a hand job.”

He sipped his coffee while focusing on the road. “Your hand did the job. That’s pretty much the definition of a hand job.”

My words fell flat before finding an actual voice to go with them. I didn’t give him a hand job. I held his cock while I pleasured myself. I held it to prevent it from going inside of me. I wasn’t …

Or was I?

I cleared my throat. “What am I doing today?”

“What’s your job today? Hmm … let me think on that. What do you want your job to be today?”

On a nervous laugh, I shrugged. “You’re the boss.”

“Oh, my choice? I like that.”

“I think we should stick to construction stuff.”

“As opposed to?” He spared me another lightning-fast side glance.