Chapter 3
By the time Graham finally left I was pretty sure my panties had caught fire. When he carried the shelves into the shop his muscles bulged and flexed, but he looked like the beams he’d chosen were weightless. They were stunning. I couldn’t believe he had scrap pieces of wood that looked like the shelves he hung behind my cash register, but I was grateful as hell for it.
The whole time he worked we brushed against each other. At first it was on accident, but every time his hard body touched mine I craved it again. After a few minutes I found excuses to brush against him. Thankfully he didn’t seem to mind.
Or notice, really.
He was so huge compared to me that if I ran into him at full speed he wouldn’t budge. The man was a block of concrete, a perfect block, but still. I was lu
