Her Irresistible Troublemaker (A Town Named Eden Book 3) Read Free Page B

a snug fitting T-shirt, he looked ready to put in a hard day’s work. “You’re not allowed to work on weekends.”
    He nudged back his hardhat and gave her face a leisurely sweep with eyes that would have been better suited on a poet. A dark gray so dark they almost looked black.
    “I can work weekends, so long as I don’t use any power tools,” he drawled out with a couldn’t-care-less edge.
    Lexie tilted her head. “I liked you better on the phone.” His voice had sounded like ambrosia dripping off his tongue. Now, she almost shivered at the feeling of icicles shooting out at her. He meant business.
    “That’s okay, you don’t have to like me. I’ll be as quick as I can be.” He picked up a roll of paper that had been leaning against the wall and stepped forward.
    “Hey.” Lexie put her hand up and to her surprise he stopped. “Where do you think you’re going?”
    He held up the roll of paper as if that explained everything. His eyes widened slightly and his eyebrows curved as he gave her a ‘surely you can see what I’m doing’ look. “I’m going to cover your windows.”
    “Cover my windows?”
    “You don’t have curtains.”
    Lexie joined the dots and laughed, her amusement mingling with disbelief. “In your dreams, buddy. No way am I going to be left in the dark. It’s bad enough you’ve stolen my view—” 
    “Does that mean you’re happy for me to enjoy the view I’m getting?”
    “You don’t have to look. There is such a thing as self-control.”
    His eyes swept around her face, wavered, and then dropped to give her body a torturously slow sweep. “As you can see, I’m all out of self-control.”
    “Another reason why I shouldn’t let you in.” Although a part of her wanted to grab a handful of his T-shirt and drag him inside, throw him on her bed, tie him up and—
    Lexie scrambled to remember what came next. It really had been a long time.
    “Maybe you should have thought of that before opening the door to me.”
    She gave him a knowing smile. “Half the residents here are early risers. Don’t think your arrival went unnoticed.”
    “Okay. So you have nothing to worry about, but just in case...” He pulled out his cell and snapped a photo of himself. “What’s your email address?”
    Frowning, she gave it to him.
    “There you go.”
    “Did you just send me a mug shot of yourself?”
    “If anything happens to you, the police will know who to look for.” Pocketing his cell, he breezed past her, leaving her standing by the door with her mouth gaping open.
    Her apartment instantly shrunk in size and the sight of his broad shoulders had the effect of hobbling her, so she stood there cataloguing him with the thoroughness of a librarian; her eyes measuring the width of his shoulders, then following the sleek line that narrowed down to lean hips and a perfectly formed butt. He had a sort of master of all he could survey type of walk, almost lazy. Leanly muscled, his body looked fluid matching the way he moved. Without clothes—
    “Hey. Where do you think you’re going? That’s my bedroom,” she snapped when she saw him heading in that direction.
    “Trouble spot number one,” he threw over his broad shoulder.
    Lexie rushed in after him. “What—”
    Sure enough, he had a perfect view of her bedroom and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d worn pajamas to bed.
    “Would you mind holding this end?” he asked, one eyebrow cocked as he flattened the roll of paper against the window.
    Lexie didn’t need to be asked twice. Slanting her eyes toward him, she watched him tear off some tape with his teeth and press it against one corner of the paper he’d placed in the middle of the window, the white rectangle leaving the edges clear—enough to allow light to filter through but not enough to expose her to the outside world… as she had been.
    “You’re kidding me.”
    “Is something wrong?” he asked, his gravely voice sounding annoyingly calm.
    “This