“I had better crack on, let’s see what’s not happening here.”
Without another word Marcus slipped off his short sleeved company polo shirt to reveal a black singlet vest. I knew I was staring at him all over again, and he noticed my open mouth. Marcus gave me a huge smile, knowing exactly what I was thinking. I could feel my cheeks redden once again giving away my thoughts.
I had to excuse myself saying I would leave him to it. Then I did something, which even now I cannot think why I did. Okay, I do know why I did it, I wanted to flirt with Marcus, I thought he was gorgeous. I went upstairs and changed my clothes.
Fifteen minutes later I returned to the kitchen, I was wearing tight fitting denim shorts, which cut high up at the front and behind at my bottom. I had a white push up bra and thin white tee shirt.
I knew what I was doing and more importantly I knew what I wanted from him. I was going to flirt outrageously with my visitor.
I was a little disappointed when Marcus first saw me in my new attire. There was no indication from his facial expression to notice my efforts at all. I felt annoyed with myself for being such a fool.
“I’ve found your problem Mrs Smallman.”
I tried to appear that I understood what he was explaining to me and I thanked him for being so efficient.
“Now we wait.”
I looked at him in a quizzical manner, unsure what we were waiting for.
“Sorry, we wait to see if the temperature begins to come down,” he said in a triumphant tone.
I offered him a cold drink while we waited, as he took the drink he used both hands. One hand held the glass and the other held my hand with a pause longer than would be polite. This time though I caught him staring at my boobs instead of looking into my eyes. I knew my face was glowing again with excitement and I’m damn sure my nipples had stiffened slightly. Finally our hands parted as he took the drink, thanking me in the process.
We made small talk about nothing in particular and Marcus was checking his company tablet for his schedule. There was a groan of frustration, he explained his next job had been delayed by three hours.
This was a gift from heaven for me. I was quickly thinking on my feet and offered him lunch, it would give me plenty of time to flirt with him.
Marcus said he didn’t want to impose on me, but I can be very persuasive when I want. Ten minutes later I was making sandwiches for the both of us, while he checked the fridge temperature, again I made sure I bent right over to find fillings for our lunch.
“Well the good news is everything is fine now and only a minor, inexpensive fault Mrs Smallman.”
“Considering we are having lunch together, please at least call me Angie,” I said.
“Okay Angie it is, and thank you for your kind offer.”
I was past thinking of my lunch offer, I was already thinking what else he may accept and I smiled at him. We were now sat at the breakfast bar with him facing the fridge. I made another point of bending right over in front of him to reach the bottom shelf. I lingered for a while, I could feel the denim shorts cutting up into my crotch knowing he would get an eyeful.