Mama's Mess

Chapter Three

I flop on my bed and heave a sigh. I think some Chinese take-out and horror movies are in the foreseeable future. I pull out my phone and order a large box of crab ragoons and orange chicken with fried rice. I then put on some cheesy horror flick before heading to the bathroom to start the shower. I grab a pair of shorts and an old, stained-up t-shirt before heading into the shower.

I stand under the shower head, letting the water pelt my sore muscles. It's insane, taking a shower with no kids trying to grab my attention or trying to get in with me. I take my sweet time and let the water wash away the stress from the last few days. I stand there until the water starts to get cold; with a contented sigh, I jump out, wrapping up in a towel and doing my after-shower routine.

I'm brushing my long brown hair and braiding it before I throw my jammies on and walk out, seeing my food was only three minutes away. I head down the hall and grab a Pepsi out of the fridge. The doorbell rings, and I retrieve my food, heading back to the bedroom to bedrot the rest of the evening.

After several horror movies and cleaning up my dinner, I snag my novel off the bookshelf. I haven't had a chance to read in months, and I've been dying to read this one. I curl up in my bed and begin reading.

I stomp to the front door. It's eleven o'clock at night. Who the hell dares to be at my door and interrupt my sleeping time. I swing open the door, and I’m startled to see the plumber standing there. "Aren't you supposed to be here at eleven A.M.?" he pales and looks down at the paper in his hand.

"I thought it was weird to have a non-emergency call at this time of night." I can't help my irritation. He can’t even keep a schedule. How well can he fix my dishwasher? I give him a tight-lipped smile. He’s lucky he's kinda cute standing there, with shaggy blond hair that falls just above his dark brown eyes. And a very handsome build with square shoulders and a broad chest. "It's alright. If you're able, you can just come in and look at it now. I won’t fall back asleep now anyhow."

He rubs the back of his neck and smiles sheepishly. "It would be nice to sleep in tomorrow, you're my only morning client." I step aside and motion for him to come in. I shut the door behind him.

"The problem is the dishwasher; it was working fine the day before, but now it won't turn on without smoking. " I lead him into the kitchen and turn the dishwasher on for him. He watches for a minute and nods, shutting it off before it gets bad.

"It sounds like something is clogging it up; that's the best-case scenario. Worst case is the computer board is burnt up, and that's the whole front door that'll need to be replaced." he rubs his chin and opens the door. "Let me see if I can get this fixed the easy and much cheaper way first, and we'll go from there. "

I sigh and nod, leaning against the opposite counter out of the way. "I appreciate that so much. Thank you. Would you like some coffee or water?" I pad over to the fridge, pulling out my coffee creamer. "Coffee, if it's no trouble, ma'am." I smile, "Of course." I get to making the coffee pot and lean back against the counter, watching him climb halfway into the dishwasher to try to fix it.

His shirt was riding just enough to show his muscular lower stomach. I swallow thickly, get yourself together, Laney, you're not in high school anymore. But a little admiring can't hurt, right? Maybe he’d let me see more.

"Well, it looks like it's some kind of plastic toy caught up in the water sprayer," he pulls out of the machine, and I blush quickly, turning to pull two mugs out of the cabinet. He smirks, and I blush deeper, knowing he caught me staring. “Do you like what you see?” I feel his arms wrap around my middle. I shiver and nod, leaning into him.

“Mmm, maybe messing up the times wasn't an accident.” He runs his hand up my stomach between my breasts and softly wraps it around my throat. I let out a soft gasp and tilt my head back, exposing more of my throat to him.

He growls, “Good girl. Let me take care of a poor single mom like yourself.” He kisses down my neck and nibbles where my neck and shoulder meet.

“Please…” I whimper. He groans in my ear and spins me around, tossing me up onto the counter, and crashes his mouth onto mine.

I jolt awake to my phone ringing. f*****g book and making my mind run wild.