Seducing my hot maintenance man

Chapter 11

Aubrey’s POV

“Have a great Senior year at Arizona State!” I say as Nick hops out of the car and starts grabbing his luggage as I drop him off at the airport. “I expect you to ace all those classes and graduate on time!”

“I’ll try my best,” he claims just before shutting the trunk of my car. “Thanks for the lift, sis!”

Nick could have taken the link train to the airport, but he had a lot of luggage. Besides, I wanted to make sure that he actually went on time for his early morning flight!

And now that Nick is gone until December, I have mixed feelings about it. I’ve never lived all by myself before! Either I had lived with my parents, in a shared dorm room, or with a roommate. If anything goes wrong, now, it’s all on me to fix it! It’s a rather daunting thought.

Of course, I’m only renting my current abode. So at least if there’s anything wrong with the apartment, it’s Jude Greyson’s responsibility to fix. But I am one hundred percent responsible for my health, finances, career, and personal safety. I am officially adulting now. The thought has me wanting to call my mommy!

That’ll have to wait until after work, though. It’s far too early right now, so I’ll head back to my apartment and get in my usual morning workout before I head to the law office for more adventures in adulting.

For the second day in a row, Greyson shows up halfway through my workout. I find it difficult to concentrate on my workouts with him here, as all I can think about is his presence so close to my own! Is my heart racing fast because of him, or from the cardio? Are my panties wet from sweat, or is the source of the dampness my attraction to the seriously buff maintenance man in the form fitting shorts and tight shirt that leaves little to the imagination?

Greyson claims he’s here because the residents ask him to do his job while he’s working out. He told me himself that he has no real office hours and so he works on calls as he receives them, so it’s hard to feel sorry for him. But having him here every morning is messing with my inner peace.

By Thursday morning I decided that I needed to do something about this ever growing attraction I have for the far too handsome for his own good maintenance man. I need to either get him between the sheets in order to get him out of my system, or find some other way to prove to myself that he isn’t interested in me so that I might stop lusting after him permanently.

I’m not the sort of girl who just walks up and approaches a guy, though. I just don’t have the self confidence or personality to try to chat with a guy and show him I’m interested. Which is weird, since I’m a lawyer and I have few issues doing that in the course of my work! Obviously I have issues that need to be resolved.

I must find some other way. I must advertise my intent, but in a subtle way. I need to up my game. Do something different.

Maybe I need to reinvent myself again, but just a bit? Not the full glow up like I recently did, but maybe a slight alteration in my wardrobe to show my interest? I’ve gotten a pretty good look at what Greyson has got to offer, in his little red shorts and snug shirt. I need to do the same! After work I hit up Nordstrom’s, which is conveniently located halfway between my office and home, for a bit of shopping. I end up purchasing a bright neon pink workout top with built in bra. This can’t help but catch his notice! And if Greyson either doesn’t notice or care, I’ll have my answer. He’s not interested in me that way.

I don’t wear it Friday morning, as I decided last second to wear my regular outfit. The new top needs to be washed first! I should have thought about that! But in my defense I’m not yet used to having a washer and dryer unit inside my own apartment, so I’m still used to doing my laundry exclusively on the weekends.

Monday I delay going to the fitness room a bit. It turns out that I’m not really all that comfortable showing so much skin! It’s just so… revealing! And I can’t hardly believe I’m stooping to such methods to attract a guy’s attention. It’s not like me at all!

Which is probably one reason why I’m not dating anyone.

“Come on Aubrey!” I give myself a pep talk in the mirror. “You look great! And it’s only a few inches of skin, anyway. You’ll get used to it.”

Although I can’t help but notice that my boobs aren’t all that big, like the woman featured on the advertisement for the top in the store. I’m barely a B cup even on a ‘good’ day, when I’m a bit bloated and tender right before every woman’s favorite time of the month. And that ain’t today!

Well, if Greyson isn’t interested just because I’m not a triple D, then he’s not a guy I need anyway.

Thanks to my crisis of confidence, I end up arriving at the fitness room at almost the same exact time as Greyson, but from a different elevator.

“Morning!” He says brightly, looking me up and down in an almost sort of judgmental fashion. I don’t know if he likes what he sees or not. “Did you have a nice weekend?”

“It was quiet,” I say, and explain how Nick is now away at college. But if he realized that was a sort of invitation to come over for a make out session, he didn’t seem to get the hint. Instead he talked about how he won’t get many calls for maintenance from my apartment without my brother there breaking things. I just kind of jokingly agree, and hop on the stair master. He takes the rowing machine, which is strangely positioned just behind the stair master in order for Greyson to have an excellent view of my ass! I turn away so he doesn’t see my blush.

Oh, lord help me! I put in my AirPods and try to pretend that Greyson’s not back there staring at my butt during the entire 30 minutes I’m on there!

As soon as the program I had punched in was over, I decide that I’m done for the day, since my earlier indecision was making me run a bit late. Greyson seems to be wrapping things up as well, and he follows me out of the fitness room to the elevator.

Is he wanting to talk to me? Is he going to ask me out? He doesn’t say anything at all while we wait for the elevator.

I hope I don’t smell too bad… so I sniff my pits discreetly, ugh! I definitely need a shower this morning before work!

Finally the elevator comes, and we both get it. I suppose it would be kind of silly to take separate elevators since we are both heading up. I go to push the button to the 12th floor, but I see that Greyson is already taking care of that.

I like the new top,” he says, and I suddenly wonder how he knew it was new? How does he know I didn’t pull it from the back of my closet? “What color is that?”

“Pink!” I inform him, wondering if he’s at all color blind. I’ve read recently that men are much more likely to be affected by that than women.

“It’s not some fancy pink color like fuchsia, coral, or salmon?” He presses while we quickly zoom up towards the top few floors of the building.

“Nope,” I say, figuring that neon is basically a given if his issue isn’t color blindness. “It’s just plain old pink.”

The door opens on my floor, and I immediately step out, turning just before the doors close again. “Bye Greyson!”

“See ya later, beige!” He says, and then he’s gone. Leaving me angry and confused once more.

What the hell is that all about, anyway? And how do I go about extricating him from my brain where he seems to have taken up space rent free? Ugh, he’s getting to be SO annoying!

Forget it, Aubrey! Just go get ready for work. At least I’m sort of in control there.