Lead Player - Alex Grayson Page 0,30
in bed, her arms thrown over her head, sensually stretching her body out to torment me.
I can’t fucking wait to make that a reality.
I rap my knuckles against the door and shift on my feet as I wait for Heidi to answer. A moment later, it opens and she appears.
“Thank you so much for coming over on such short notice,” Heidi says in a rush, stepping back to let me enter.
I’m a guy, so the first thing I notice is the white t-shirt she’s wearing. Ordinarily, that wouldn’t be worth mentioning. But the shirt is soaked, making the material almost translucent. Her dark-colored bra is very visible.
I avert my eyes and clear my throat as I walk through the door. “Don’t worry about it.”
Heidi is a very beautiful woman, and I’m sure most guys would drop to their knees to have a sample at what she could offer. But I’ve never been one of them. She’s my baby sister’s best friend—has been for years—so I’ve always viewed her as a sister as well.
“I’m sure you’d much rather be doing whatever you had planned instead of stopping by here. I’m sorry I pulled you away.”
“It shouldn’t take long to fix whatever the problem is. I’ve already called my date and told her I’ll be late.” I look toward the kitchen. “Why don’t you go change while I check out what’s going on?” I suggest, dipping my chin to her shirt, but keeping my eyes on hers.
Pink tinges her cheeks and she pulls the material away from her chest. “Oh crap! I am so sorry!” She crosses her arms in front of her. “I meant to change before you got here, but I’ve been trying to mop up the water before it leaks to the apartment below me. I’ll be right back.”
While she hurries off, I go to the kitchen. There’s a mop and bucket on the floor, along with a few towels. The doors on the cabinet under the sink are open and there’s a big bowl underneath catching the steady drip from the pipes.
Using my foot, I swipe the area in front of the sink with one of the semi-dry towels. Quickly checking out the pipes, I hop up and grab a few tools from her closet before getting to work.
I’m on my back, checking one of the fittings when I hear Heidi come into the room.
“What’s the verdict?” she asks, stopping so close I can see her legs in my peripheral vision.
“A fitting was loose. It sometimes happens over the years.” I grunt as I tighten the joint with a wrench.
“Ugh! Thank goodness it wasn’t something more serious.”
Once I’m confident it’s fixed, I roll over and pull my head out from under the sink, kneeling down in front of the cabinet. “Turn the faucet on and let’s see how it does.”
When she turns the water on, not a single drop drips. Meaning I’m done and can be on my way, I grab the few tools I used and get up.
“Thank you! You are my hero, Enzo!” Heidi gushes.
I turn just as she launches herself at me, throwing her arms around my shoulders. All I can do is stand there for several seconds before I awkwardly pat her back.
“It was no big deal. It only took a few minutes to figure it out.”
She pulls back and smiles up at me. “And as a thank you, let me grab you a beer before you leave.”
She lets me go and moves to the fridge. Before she can pull it open, I stop her.
“I can’t. I really need to get going.”
“Oh. Okay.” Her expression falls and she begins nibbling on her lip.
“Why don’t you call Allison? I’m actually surprised she’s not here. Aren’t you two normally joined at the hip?”
My play at joking obviously doesn’t hit the mark. Instead of the smile I was expecting, her expression turns to worry. She spins away and grabs the mob and bucket.
“I would actually prefer her to not come over tonight,” she says quietly, putting the items in the closet.
Turning to the sink, I wash my hands and ask over my shoulder, “Why? Is everything okay between you two?”
“Yeah. Tonight’s just not a good night for her to come over.”
I dry my hands on the towel hanging from the stove handle and face her.
“What’s going on, Heidi?”
Closing the closet door, she leans against it. Again, she bites down on her bottom lip, her eyes darting away from mine.
“I don’t know if Allison told you or not,