The White Housewives' Slút Club (3)
"Oh, sorry," I said, "this way."
I led them both into the kitchen and turned the taps, only to find that nothing came out.
“Hm,” one of the men said, stepping forward. “Let us take a look.”
He brushed past me slightly, and I felt a jolt shoot through me. I stepped aside, the scent of sweat, metal, and something masculine lingering in the air between us. He bent over the sink, working on the taps, while the other man stood nearby, glancing around.
When I turned my head, I caught the second man quickly averting his eyes from me. Had he just been checking me out?
The thought made my stomach flutter.
“We might be a while,” the man at the sink said.
“I’ll let you know when we’re done.”
“Okay,” I replied. “Do you guys want something to drink before I
