needed every ounce of the precision and focus that she used in her choreography, rehearsals, and performances.
She washed her hands, then took a step back to the doorway to survey her work. The sink, tub, and shower sparkled the way they would have in a TV ad; the mirror didn't have a single smudge or speck of dust on it; and she'd folded the fresh towels she'd found in the linen closet like those in a high-end hotel. Grayson, fortunately, wasn't a particularly messy man, which was surprising, considering how much dirt there was all around him on his farm. And while the farmhouse hadn't been changed from what she guessed was turn-of-the century architecture, the bathrooms were gorgeous and completely luxurious.
What she wouldn't give for a soak in the clawfoot tub, she thought as she stretched out her back and legs. But she could only imagine what Grayson would do if he found her in one of the tubs. Then again, he'd been so grumpy from the moment she showed up on his farm that it was more than a little tempting to mess with him like that.
Only, it would end up messing with her, too. Because if the way her body was heating up at just the thought of Grayson finding her taking a bath was anything to go by, she had a bad feeling that being naked in one of his tubs would lead to nakedness in other places...like his bed.
And that she'd like it too much for a woman who had sworn off men and relationships.
Forcefully pushing the heady vision of the two of them naked together away, she walked out into his bedroom and ran her hand over the dark-blue bed cover. Everything in his room was simple. Clean. And purely masculine.
Lori left the master bedroom and slowly made her way through the rest of the house to verify that her work had been top-notch. She'd not only swept and mopped the floors, cleaned both bathrooms, and made both the master and the guest beds, she'd wiped down the refrigerator inside and out and cleaned the oven, too, for sheer shock value. Lord knew, she had been shocked by just how toxic the oven cleaner smelled. Fortunately, she'd been wearing thick yellow gloves at the time, so she hadn't seared the skin off her hands.
Cleaning a farmhouse wasn't the most enjoyable job she'd ever had, but at least she felt the satisfaction of a job well done. Sure, it wasn't a job she'd ever planned on doing, but she'd always figured that if she was going to do something, she should take the time to do it right.
She'd kept her shoes off and had taken her tights off as well when they'd started to shred at the knees, so that she was left wearing only the stretchy pink top that came to the middle of her thighs like a miniskirt. It was just as well, considering what sweaty work cleaning was. She was just stretching the bodice away from her skin to fan herself when Grayson walked into the kitchen through the back door.
He stopped dead in his tracks as he stared at her in her barely-there outfit, the top pulled halfway down the swell of her breasts. She dropped the fabric like it was on fire, but the damage had already been done. It wasn't as bad as if he'd found her in the bathtub, she supposed. But that was little comfort when he was looking at her with such intense heat that she couldn't believe she wasn't spontaneously combusting right where she stood.
It was only natural in a tense situation like this that she'd fall back on years of being a motormouth. "I was just about to come get you so that you could take a look at what I've done. I cleaned the whole house, and I can take you back to look at the bathrooms or you could just stick your head into the oven to see how I even clean - "
"What happened to your pants?" His words sounded like the gravel she'd driven over to get to his farmhouse.
"My tights," she corrected as she swiped her tongue across her suddenly dry lips, "were a mess after the chickens, so I took them off."
She realized now that maybe that hadn't been her best decision of the day as she looked down and saw how much bare skin she was showing Grayson. As a dancer, she'd long ago gotten over feeling