Page 10 of Coming Clean
Whoa. Connor’s strength andthe rough maleness of his hand paralyzed Jeremy as if Connor hadhit him with a Taser. Jeremy didn’t usually go for the militarytype. He was more likely to be uneasy around them than turned on.Maybe his wires were crossed that morning or maybe he’d rattledsomething loose when he hit the door, because he wanted to dragConnor up to his bedroom and forget about showing him the rest ofthe house. When Connor let go, Jeremy steadied himself, sure he wasgoing to slide down again.
“You okay?” Connorasked.
“Oh, yes. I’m fine. Just… Imeant to change. These socks were a gift. A gag gift.”
“They’re cute.”
Jeremy glanced at Connorand the surprise in his eyes indicated he was as startled as Jeremythat those words had come out of his mouth. “Thanks. My friend hasan interesting sense of humor.”
Connor grinned. “I cantell.”
“Do you want me to show youaround?” Jeremy gestured for Connor to enter, and shut the doorbehind him when he walked in.
“That sounds good. I’mgoing to make some notes, room sizes and things like that, so I cangive you a good estimate.”
“Okay. The kitchen is thisway.” Jeremy pointed toward the back of the house and Connor headedthat way.
Jeremy had to practicallyrun to catch up after being mesmerized by the perfection that wasConnor’s ass. Firm, not too big, not too small, begging to becupped and squeezed. How did the man bend down to clean in pantsthat tight? Had David known Connor was this hot? If so, he shouldhave warned Jeremy.
Jeremy showed Connor allthree floors without any major incidents, just a few tongue-tiedmoments, but Jeremy was used to those even when not in the presenceof a sex god. His social skills weren’t exactly top of theclass.
Now they were back in thekitchen and Connor was filling out an estimate form. Jeremy tookthe opportunity to peruse all of Connor’s hard, muscly bits as wellas the softer places he’d like to sink his teeth into.
“Well, it lookslike…”
Jeremy looked up from thepromising bulge between Connor’s legs to see the man staring rightat him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.“Yes?” Try to play itoff. No way were you just trying to decide if his cock really wasas thick as it looked behind his jeans.
Connor gave Jeremy aonce-over but Jeremy wasn’t sure if it was sexual or a threatassessment. Jeremy hoped he hadn’t pissed Connor off. The guy couldprobably snap his neck effortlessly. If he’d really been in themilitary like his demeanor suggested, he wouldn’t even need to. Hecould probably kill Jeremy with the pen he was holding or use hispinky to magically cut off Jeremy’s airflow.
“An initial deep clean,which would get the house ready to be put on the market, would befive hundred and fifty, and subsequent cleans done on a weeklybasis would be one fifty. If you prefer biweekly cleans, thosewould be two hundred and twenty-five. Would you like to go aheadand schedule the initial clean?”
No more small talk. Well,Jeremy sucked at it anyway. “That sounds good. How soon can youcome? I mean be here? Um, clean the house?”
That little slice ofinsanity tipped the balance. Connor looked at him like he wascontemplating how to escape as quickly as possible.
“How about a week fromFriday? We could get started at eight.”
Okay, maybe Connor wasn’tscared off after all. Eight was atrociously early. Jeremy hadgotten used to lying in bed reading, writing, and wishing he hadsomeone to bring him coffee. “Eight sounds good.” He could get upand start the day like a responsible person. He could even dresslike one.
“Okay, I’ll put you on theschedule. Do you have any questions?”
Ever had a bi-curiousmoment? Want to have one now? “No, notthat I can think of.”
“Okay. I have a form withsome basic information that I’ll need before your cleaning date.”Connor pulled a sheet of paper off his clipboard and held it out.“You can fill this one out and mail it in, or scan and email it tothe address at the top.”
Jeremy nodded. “Noproblem.”
“If something comes up,just give me a call. Otherwise, I’ll see you next week.”
Jeremy followed Connor tothe front door, his eyes glued to the man’s ass once again. “Have agood day.”
Connor turned from openingthe door, his expression more relaxed than Jeremy had yet seen it.There was even a hint of surprise there. Did he think that justbecause Jeremy was off his rocker, he couldn’t bepolite?
“Yes, sir. You too,” Connorsaid, then he pulled the door shut behind him.
Jeremy forced himself towalk away rather than watch Connor leave. He didn’t need to spendany more time salivating over a man who was so obviously not forhim.
CHAPTER FIVE
