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stairs were uncarpeted and open-backed.
    What kind of person spends that kind of money on a house like this and doesn’t at least do a little bit of something to the basement? It explained why Jason had not included a fee to remove whatever had been there before.
    Duncan would need to set up a table right away. He needed a place to put the blueprint. The basement would be the biggest project he had ever done. Most of his jobs were bathroom or kitchen remodels with plans doodled on the back of envelopes. He had done the occasional basement remodel, but they had all been so much smaller than this.
    Alone in the basement, the scope of the project almost overwhelmed him. He didn’t even know where to begin. He clapped his hands and rubbed them together, trying to convince the rest of his body that things would be okay.
    After a quick pass through the empty space, he decided on two things.
    He would be okay. The project was big, but it was just a bunch of smaller pieces and he knew how all those pieces worked.
    And he needed some coffee too.
    Besides, he wouldn’t even be alone the next day, when the other people he would be managing started working.
    Duncan headed back up the stairs and followed the smell of the freshly-ground coffee to find the kitchen. The homeowner had his back to him. A sexy back, too. He was slim, but definitely fit. He had blond hair.
    He looked too young to own such an expensive place which meant he must be a hardworking executive. With that body, maybe he was a delicious rock star.
    That was the kind of guy that was worth a weekend fling.
    Duncan wished he could flirt with the guy a little to find out if he might be gay, but he couldn’t while he was at work. He couldn’t risk the project. He needed the money way more than he needed a piece of ass.
    “Is it okay if I have some of that coffee, too? If not is there somewhere close by that I can find some cheap coffee?”
    The owner turned. He recognized Duncan before Duncan recognized him. “Oh, I’ll give you anything you want, sexy, nameless lumberjack. I thought you’d never ask.”
    Shit. The jerk from that speed date. The world is very small and very cruel.
    Duncan almost told him to take the job and shove it, but he needed the money too badly to do that. He cursed his sister once again for having her wedding on a cruise ship.
    Sebastian, in his kitchen, without a shirt, was sexier than Duncan had remembered. Would a short fling with him really be so bad? He could work on the project during the day, and take the homeowner to bed afterward.
    The man oozed sex appeal. Even the angle he stood at while leaning against the kitchen counter caused Duncan’s dick to try to stand up for a better view.
    “Hey. Oh. Umm. I didn’t know you were you. Sorry about anything I said at the... well... sorry.”
    The homeowner pushed the thought away. “No worries, friend. We all make mistakes in judgment. I’ll forgive yours. I’m happy to see you again and I assume I’ll get to learn your name now. At least so I know what to shout out when I jack off later today.”
    Still an ass. Still flirting.
    Still appealing in ways that made Duncan feel bad about his judgment.
    “Sure. Duncan Mills. But I’m here to work, not flirt. This is strictly work.”
    “I’ll put you to work. I’m even willing to help you put in plenty of overtime.”
    Fucker. The way he nibbled on his lip while smiling made it worse. Duncan wanted to punch him in the face just as much as he wanted to press his body against him and rub against his dick.
    He had to have a great dick. The world was certainly cruel enough to give a man like him a gorgeous, long, fat cock.
    If Sebastian would just tone down his game a little bit, he would make one great lay. Nothing more than that, for sure, but Duncan figured that a guy like him knew his way around a bedroom. He would have plenty of experience from plenty of men who had been willing to give him a ride for a few nights.
    Duncan shook his