Lily Evans
Unruly Urges
UNDER CONSTRUCTION
Can you tell me again why I brought you here?” With a loud sigh, I sit back in the driver’s seat of my car, peering out the window at the flurry of activity. A symphony of noises assaults my ears even with the windows up. Saws, hammers, yelling, but it makes me happy to see the progress.
“Because someone said they had something they wanted to show me,” my best friend Christy says in a sing- songy voice.
“This was a stupid idea.” I groan aloud, letting my head fall against the steering wheel. I turn my head with my eyes crossed.
Christy chuckles. “Well I can say with one hundred percent truth that the shell of your condo is breathtaking.”
“You’re such an ass.” I glance at the condo. “It’s more than a shell now. They’re actually working on the inside.”
Christy shrugs. “What are friends for?” She twists in her seat and leans against the door. “ Sooo…”
“I don’t like that look on your face, Christy.”
Christy crosses her arms over her chest. “So, who is he?”
I bang my head on the steering wheel and inadvertently honk the horn. “Damn,” I cry out, sitting back with my hand plastered against my heart. “ Ohmygosh.” My head falls back against the headrest. I glance out the passenger side window and see a dozen or so workers staring at my car. I point.
Christy glances over her shoulder. “Oh my.” Her mouth makes a perfect O.
“What can I say, I’m a sucker for big, muscular, sexy as hell men with tattoos.” Drawing a deep sigh from my throat. “I can’t help it”, I always have been. I step out of the driver’s side of my car, shut the door and lean on my forearms on the hood with my chin resting on my palms waiting for Christy to join me.
“Okay,” Christy says as she gingerly stands in the dirt and steps around the car to join me. “Not what I had in mind when you said, ‘Hey come and look at my new condo’.”
I roll my eyes at her expected sarcasm. “You knew it was under construction.”
Christy crosses her arms over her chest and grimaces down at her red four-inch heels sunk in the thick mud with her right brow raised. “Had I known we were coming to a mud pit, I wouldn’t have worn these shoes.” She attempts to pull her foot free and finally gives up with a huff.
“Somehow I thought you might find something else to occupy your thoughts other than the mud.” I pull a face. My eyes are already searching for what I came for. A fitted T-shirt over bulging muscles, jeans that ride low over slim hips, and an ass that calls out to me in my dreams. He caught my eye the first time I stopped in for a tour. The only thing standing was the concrete foundation and the outside walls and a bunch of sweaty men.
I watch her eyes widen as she takes a moment to actually look at what’s right in front of her. “I guess I can see the appeal.”
“I thought you would.” I cock my hip, playing with one of my loose curls when I finally catch sight of the back of his neck. I know it’s him because he has a tattoo starting at the base of his shaved head. I jab Christy in the ribs.
“Ouch.” Christy’s brow furrows as she rubs her side.
“That’s the one that keeps bringing me back.”
“Wow, Stephanie.” Christy’s mouth drops open. “I had no idea you were into that kind of man.” She points her red-tipped expensively manicured finger in his direction.
“Me neither.” My mouth’s salivating. At that precise moment he bends over stretching the material of his jeans over the tight, muscular globes of his buttocks and delineating the muscular lines of his thick thighs through the worn material of his jeans.
“He’s huge!”
“I know.” I sigh. “Isn’t he yummy?” My stomach clenches and my tongue darts out between my lips to wet their sudden dryness. It’s as if all the liquid in my body decides to pool in one specific area. I squirm, squeezing my thighs together to keep it from leaking down the inside of my legs.
Christy turns her head and asks, “Have you had a conversation with him yet?”
“No, not really. Not outside of the usual, ‘hi’.” I shake my head in reply to her question. “I was thinking of taking that step today.”
“Did you bring me along for moral support?”
“I don’t know.” I shrug. “Maybe.”
Christy laughs.
My eyes widen slightly at her laughter. “Whatever…” I tip my water bottle to my lips and take a long drink.
“Hey, hey, hey…” Christy puts her hand on my arm as I turn away. “I’m just teasing you. It’s actually quite nice to see you so enraptured with a man.”
“As opposed to what?” I hear the annoyance in my voice. I turn toward my best friend with my arms crossed protectively over my chest.
“Work.”
“What I do is important to me.” I know that being a social worker has its ups and downs, but it is fulfilling to me. There are those times that I feel like I’m making a difference and that gives me great joy.
“I know.” Christy smiles. “It’s still nice to see something or should I say someone capturing your attention.” Christy looks up. Her eyes widening just a fraction and clears her throat.
“You can call him a Greek god.” I dig around in my purse. “Do you need a cough dro…”
“Who is a Greek god?”
At the sound of the deeply masculine voice, the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, my heart races, my nipples tighten, and my limbs freeze. I have to stifle the groan that nearly escapes at the question voiced in a deep rumble behind me. I don’t know how I know, but I know it’s him. My fuck me fantasy in the flesh. Within touching distance. Within fucking distance.
I slowly turn and lift my head higher and higher to clash with his sparkling emerald eyes that are crinkling at the corners. Damn!
I take a deep breath and glance over my shoulder. “Hi.” Even though I’m not short, I still have to glance up to look into those green eyes.
“Hi,” he replies, a small smile playing at his lips. “I saw you standing over here; do you ladies need some help?”
Please keep talking. Please keep talking. Please keep talking. The vibrations of his voice are setting me off. I have a feeling that if I was leaning against his hard, drool-worthy body I could come with the sound of his voice alone. “No,” I answer, I plaster a smile on my face. “Just showing my friend here my soon to be new condo.” I gesture towards Christy.
“Not much to see yet.” His brow furrows.
“I guess that’s a matter of opinion,” I mutter. He looks at me with narrowed eyes and an all too knowing look. “I’m just excited.” My awareness of him is so acute, I can’t think of anything else to say.
“My name’s Liev.” He holds out his hand and when he does, a tattoo that surrounds his Twenty-inch bicep is revealed to my searching gaze.
Not another. My heart hammers in my ears and it won’t shut the hell up. “Stephanie.” I place my hand in his and warmth surges through me. “This is my friend, Christy.”
He looks over at Christy and smiles, but his gaze returns immediately to mine. “Nice to meet you both.” He replies with a pointed glance. “Did you have any questions about our work?”
“Not yet.”
