Seducing my hot maintenance man

Chapter 8

Greyson’s POV

Well, that was a bit of a ‘clever’ trick on the part of the brother, nearly unplugging the oven so that it doesn’t work and forcing me to take his sister out for dinner. But now I have to wonder if the sister was in on the little scam as well, in order to get a date and a free meal out of the building owner! Was I just played by a pair of professional scam artists?

Hmm…

All that ‘I know how my brother thinks!’ That’s all garbage in my opinion. The sister knew because she was probably in on it from the start. But was Aubrey angling for a free meal, a date with me, or…something more?

If the lovely Miss Downing is looking for a roll in the hay, all she has to do is say so! I normally don’t mess around with the residents of my building, since it can get really awkward, really fast, but I’d be willing to make an exception in Aubrey Downing’s case. At least she’s single, unlike most of the other female residents of The Pines on 4th. Women rarely make enough income to qualify to live in the luxury apartment building without the help of their husbands, boyfriends, a trust fund, a sugar daddy, or a roommate or two.

Aubrey seems to be a whole different breed of woman to me from the typical female resident at The Pines on 4th. Self sufficient and smart. And she’s a pretty damn attractive woman, as well. Yes, if Aubrey Downing is looking to make me her latest conquest, I’m ready, willing, and able to oblige her innermost fantasy. I’d dearly love to hear her calling out my name in orgasm as I plow into her over and over again!

I shake my head, and get back to work, shoving the heavy oven back into place with the help of my temporary assistant, Nick.

Once we’ve made sure that the stove is in fact in perfect working order, I grab all my tools and head straight down to the basement utility closet to put my tools away. Then I head back to my luxurious penthouse suite. My own personal fortress of solitude.

I can’t believe I actually offered to let Aubrey use my kitchen for the entire weekend! I never let anyone up here, except for my old poker buddies. All of whom are too busy now with their girlfriends or wives to get together and play poker more than once a month these days.

It was inevitable, I suppose. We’ve all reached our 30’s now. Perhaps that is why I am interested in the smart and attractive lawyer? I’ve been feeling a bit jealous over the busy nights and weekends of my friends, their free hours filled with love and companionship. While the few hours I manage to take off of building maintenance and running my company is filled with a cold microbrew and take out from Lee’s Pho King Restaurant or a handful of other small restaurants in the area that I frequent. All because I’d much rather walk whenever possible than take my Lexus out for a drive.

I dont know why I even drive the damn thing, other than as a painful reminder of my long dead step mother, Michelle. The car had been hers, a 40th birthday gift from my father. He had wanted to get rid of the car after her death, and I had been in need of reliable wheels at the time.

But a Lexus is a status symbol. One that says I make a good living and can afford to buy the lady in my life nice things without being overly flashy. Only that’s not the sort of lady I require. I don’t want a woman who ‘loves’ me for what I can buy her, or how well I can provide for her. Or how big a divorce settlement she’ll be able to wrangle out of me down the road.

My father says I’m too young to be this cynical, but whenever I’ve taken a woman on a date with the Lexus, invariably they seem to get ideas in their head that I was wealthier than I was at the time. So they expected fine dining, weekend getaways, gifts and pampering. I wasn’t exactly poor at the time, but I was trying hard to grow my business and buy more properties in the expensive Seattle and Tacoma markets. I was leveraged pretty highly and barely making any money at the time, so I actually didn’t have a lot of expendable income to waste on frivolities back then. More than one woman stopped dating me thanks to how ‘stingy’ they thought I was being.

I’ve only ever had one long term relationship, and she was stolen away from me by a man I had considered to be a friend. So if I am cynical, I feel like I have a right to it.

I look out of the large penthouse windows, and my view of the city of Seattle. There are so many people about, walking, driving, all heading one direction or another. They all seem to rush about with a destination in mind known only to themselves. Whereas I seem to be stuck here. I have a real estate investment company that I run, and a reasonable amount of money in the bank these days. I have a few good friends. But I have very little social life. I’m not going anywhere or doing anything that truly makes my life happy or meaningful.

The phone in my back pocket begins to ring. I take a look. It’s my dad. Weird, since I normally only call him on Sunday mornings to get caught up on our lives. I worry for a second that something might be wrong.

“Hey, dad, what’s up?” I answer in my usual way, trying to keep the worry out of my voice.

“Well son, Helen and I have decided to tie the knot!” He tells me happily. I am relieved, since Helen had seemed like a wonderful woman on the many occasions we’ve met the last few years they’ve been together. I congratulate them both, and then they start giving me a rundown of the plan. I note down all of the details while we talk.

“November 10th?” I say, doing a little mental math in my head as we chat. “That’s only about 8 weeks away! Can you really pull off a wedding that quickly?”

“Certainly we can!” Dad says with a laugh. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way, I always say. We’re working with a wedding planner in Maui, and going to get married right on the beach. It’ll be small, just close family and friends. Neither of us wants a huge party. And at our age, we don’t want to wait a long time.”

“You’re only 58, that’s not very old!” I remind him. “You’re only as old as you feel.”

He laughs, but the joke is on me. I’m the one who feels like an old man while my father talks like he’s a young man in love for the first time. I’m actually jealous of him. And I tell him so.

“Well, go out and find your own true love!” He tells me. “It’s the best feeling in the world!”

“Yeah, I just might do that!” I agree, and an image of the lovely Miss Aubrey Downing fills my head. One of her wearing a flowing white gown and saying “I do!”

How can I make that image a reality?