She spent the entire day running around frantically, trying to get her work done early so she could get home in time to meet the man who was delivering her new washing machine. The company had said they’d deliver it between 5 and 7pm.
It was 5:20pm when Amanda finally crashed though her front door, hot and flustered from the race to get home. She got a drink of water and settled on the couch to wait. She sat, watched TV, tidied up, did the dishes, read a magazine. Where were they? At 7:45 she resigned herself to the fact she’d just have to make an irate phone call the next day and jumped in the shower.
She was drying herself when the doorbell rang. She threw on an old, loose-fitting dress and hurried to the door.
“Hi, I’m Steve. I’m here to deliver a washing machine to a Ms. Madison Roberts,” said the large sweaty man on the other side of the door.
“I can see that. It’s about bloody time too,” she replied rudely.
“Sorry ma’am, truck broke down, did the best I could.”
“Well you better bring it in then. I can’t wait all day.”
She pointed him towards the laundry and made her way back to the bathroom to finish drying her hair. By the time she had finished, he had set it up and was going over everything to make sure it was installed correctly.
“Better run a load to make sure she’s working,” Steve said over his shoulder as he adjusted the pipes in the back. Madison stopped in her tracks. Until now, she hadn’t really noticed how stunning this man was. His tanned skin was glistening with a thin layer of sweat and the muscles in his arms bulged as he reached up to run a hand through his wavy blonde hair. She took a deep breath as she sized him up. He wasn’t tall, but had broad shoulders and a strong chest which rose and fell with each heavy breath. His chest was bare, revealing a thick layer of blonde hair which tapered into a thin line down his stomach and into the waistline of his shorts. Below his work shorts were a set of sturdy, muscular calves. She ran her eyes across his tanned skin and took a sharp gasping breath as she wondered whether the hue was consistent beneath those shorts.