Hammered by Jasinda Wilder

Author:Jasinda Wilder [Wilder, Jasinda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jasinda Wilder
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

I’m nowhere near bold enough to simply ask Jesse to come over so we can sleep together, so I’m oddly relieved when my kitchen sink starts leaking the next day.

I text him immediately, but have to edit my text several times before I’m comfortable with the wording: Hey, so my kitchen sink is leaking, both from where the faucet attaches to the sink and around the edges where it’s supposed to be sealed to the countertop. Any chance you have a pretty porcelain farmhouse sink just laying around?

The bubbles pop up immediately, and a text bloops in a second later: You just want me for my skill with power tools.

I let my fingers do the talking, and don’t edit or filter my reply. Yep. No ulterior motives here. Just pure opportunism.

Jesse: I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not.

Me: that’s the tricky thing about text messages, it’s hard to infer stuff like that.

Jesse: Ryder is doing the electric for a remodel an old farmhouse remodel, and I think they’re actually doing a total gut job and going super modern on the inside, so there’s a possibility I may be able to score one.

Me: I was totally kidding about that. I’ll gladly pay for a new sink. I mean, you may even be able to fix the one I have, but I’ve always wanted a farmhouse sink. You don’t have to go scavenging for me.

Jesse: Hey, why pay for something if I can easily find it for free? I’m not promising anything, but I’ll swing by the job and look. Either way, I’ll get you fixed up ASAP.

Me: You’re the best.

Jesse: Don’t forget you said that when you’re trying to come up with ways to thank me. My previously stated methods of acceptable thanks still apply. ;-)

I laugh out loud at that, because, it being a day off with nowhere to go, I’m in my pajamas. I decide to “thank” him a little right away.

I stand in front of my full-length mirror in my bedroom and take a full-body selfie, making sure to twist and lift and work all the magic for the best pose—showing off cleavage and thigh and making my waist look smaller than it is.

I leave it unedited, and send it to him with a caption: here’s a little down payment on my thank you. :-*

I second-guess the kissing-face emoticon the moment I send it, but it’s too late to take it back.

He texts back instantly: Have mercy!

Me: fine. Here’s a little extra…mercy.

I face the mirror again and tug the neck of the shirt down a little, showing a bit more cleavage, snap a photo, and send it.

Jesse: I meant that as an epithet, but I’ll take the extra mercy. The only problem is now I’m installing cabinet hardware with a hard-on, which I can’t very well just disappear to take care of, if you know what I mean.

Me: Poor Jesse. Should I apologize?

Jesse: Hell no. Just saying. That’s what you do to me.

Me: It’s not even that hot.

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