"Looks like I came at the wrong time," she said, eyes dropping pointedly to the bulge in my shorts, a teasing smirk playing on her lips.
This woman's skin was glistening with sweat from whatever hard work she'd been doing—golden, smooth, making every curve look even hotter. She really did some real labor in her line of work, and it showed in the way her body moved—strong, curvy, built.
"Oh no, no," I said, playing it cool, stepping aside to let her in. "She was just visiting me—checking if I'm good at the new place. I just moved in two days ago."
"You want your shower fixed, or should I come later?" she asked, smiling wider, like she knew exactly what kind of "visiting" had been going on.
"Yeah, come in please," I said, welcoming her. "I'm free right now, and the shower's been broken since I moved in."
She stepped inside, glancing around—the messy bed catching her eye immediately. "Pretty rough in here," she commented, voice casual but knowing.
