Feel The Heat. Cheris Hodges

He’s the building super. And if you want something done right, you don’t call him.”

      “Then how do you know he was right about the wall?”

      Mimi shrugged. “I guess if you don’t get electrocuted we’ll know.”

      “That’s cold,” he said. “You lured me up here to risk my life so that you can play Xbox.”

      “PlayStation,” she corrected. “And if I remember correctly, you came willingly.”

      Brent walked over to the wall and drummed on it. “Doesn’t seem as if there’s anything back here that will kill me. Mimi, where are your tools?”

      “Under the bed,” she said, then dropped to her knees.

      * * *

      Brent couldn’t take his eyes off Mimi’s shapely behind as she crawled underneath her bed. She moved with the grace of a panther and when she stretched forward, he got hard. His body reacted in a way that he hadn’t expected. When was the last time that a woman gave him this feeling? Not since he was a teenager. As a grown man, he was supposed to be able to control his emotions and body, not act like a youngster looking at his first copy of Playboy. But damn! As she inched deeper underneath the bed and wiggled her ass, it took every ounce of self-control in him to stop from mounting Mimi from behind.

      “All right,” she said as she slammed the tools on the edge of the bed. “Here’s my toolbox.”

      Mimi was a goddess, Brent decided as he drank in the image of her tousled hair and full lips. When she flicked her tongue across her bottom lip, he nearly lost it.

      “Would you like something to drink?” she asked.

      “Sounds good,” he said, then unbuttoned his shirt.

      “Cranberry juice works for you?” she asked as she turned away from his shirtless frame.

      “Yes.”

      She released a sigh as she took a quick look at him and then headed out the door.