Author's note: This is probably not going to be some angsty, long-winded saga of epic proportions. It is what it is. A lemony fantasy I've had. MAYBE there's a hot maintenance guy who works in my building and MAYBE he happens to look similar to a certain Viking delicacy we all have lust after. Who knows?

I had intended for this to be a one-shot but Mr. Maintenance took it further. Typical, isn't he? Anyway, let me know if you'd like me to continue this. I'm sure these two have much more than a few hours in them.

Oh, and Mr. Maintenance loves reviews.

The keyboard clacked quietly as I typed; working on a tax return I had been assigned by my employer. Wearily, I stopped for a moment to rub my eyes. Staring at a screen all day was brutal! I sipped my water that was sitting next to me on my desk before resuming where I had left off. I had just gotten into my typing rhythm when my boss rounded the corner coming up to stand behind my desk. Not even a hello. I was expected to just be aware that he was there. It was already close to 1:00pm since he generally didn't show up until then anyway, well unless it was tax season. I heaved an inward sigh, finishing the few words I was typing before turning to face him. I was never getting this return done.

Small and grey with a stocky build; Clancy was the type of man that most people disliked before opening his mouth. He portrayed surly and arrogant by just the glare on his face alone.

"Susannah, run up to storage and pull these files for me," He tossed a legal pad onto my desk with a list scribbled down its length. It looked like there was writing on the other side.

Ugh, no 'good afternoon.'

No, how is your grandmother, who I know has been ill.

Nada

"I need them immediately."

Without anything father, I was dismissed as he pivoted on his heel, returning to his office. I don't know why I expected better. Maybe it was because of how I was raised. Strict upbringing, heavy on the manners. Sighing, I stood. He refused to address me Sookie. It was what I preferred. I made that clear and the other accountants in the office had no problem addressing me as such. Just him. Yes, he was a dick. But I was also used to it.

As the Office Manager at Hicks & Baum, I knew that working for accountants wouldn't be an easy job. I knew how accountants tended to get, especially during tax season, but I had never met a man quite as rude as Clancy Hicks. He, who seemed to find screaming at me for the tiniest infraction the newest sport, had built his company from the ground up. He was king of his little mountain and wanted everyone to know it.

Now, I could easily find another job but I wouldn't find another job paying quite so much for an Administrative position quite so easily. So, I took my employer with a grain of salt. Office Manager really meant Office Bitch and I dealt with that the best that I could. I was able to continue my night classes at the University of Louisiana in Monroe. In less than a year, I would be so far from Hicks & Baum that it would make Clancy's head spin. Or so I secretly imagined.

I mentally snickered at the image as I saved the document I was working on. While I was doing so, I looked up hearing keys jangling in the hallway. I knew that sound; it being the only reprieve from my mundane day.

Maintenance Guy.

Oh, yes, Maintenance Guy. I've worked in a professional environment for quite a few years now after I stopped working as a barmaid in the small town that I grew up in. However, at no other place of employment had anyone caught my eye the way he did. He was tall. Very tall. Perhaps 6'4'' or so and very built with muscular arms and a strong back. With short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, he commanded attention, despite his position. Clancy, however, didn't think so because he refused to speak to him, usually passing the job onto me. I was more than happy to oblige, of course. And while we had a professional working relationship, I'm sure he knew that I was constantly undressing him with my eyes. It seemed he made it a point to wait for the elevators directly in front of my line of sight from the front desk. I'm almost sure I had seen him smirk before turning and giving me a view of his glorious backside on more than one occasion. The muscles encased within his company issue polo shirt were prominent; stretching the slightly material that was neatly tucked into a pair of khakis.

And that ass.

Geeze!

I thought men were pigs the way they constantly thought about sex and naked women. I was just as bad if not worse. But then the insecure part of me worried that it was all in my head; the flirty smirks and sexy, smooth cadence of his voice when we were discussing the damage done to the drywall by someone on his maintenance crew or the air conditioner when it went out last week. He is also a bit older than me. I'm 27 and he looks like he could be mid 30's. Who knows? Like I said, it might just be in my head. But I digress.

I watched through the full glass doors that serve as the entrance to the office as he strode past. He glanced in as he walked, catching my eye. I was helpless to resist. He smiled and raised his eyebrow slightly before disappearing down the hall.

Ugh! He was so cocky!

And sexy.

Cocky and sexy.

Dangerous combination.

To the left of my office was the stairwell which, when going up, led to the maintenance office as well as our file storage.

Convenient right?

No!

Honestly, it was somewhat creepy up there. While the rest of the building was well maintained, there were only two dangling light bulbs on a chain that served as light fixtures, casting the wide space into shadow. The files for our office were stored in an area closed off by a chain link fence with a padlock on one side of the vast space. And the rest of the area was unfinished with just drywall, tools and a man-smell. Nevertheless, I grabbed the key to unlock the door at the top of the stairs as well as a small sticky note with the padlock combination on it.

I had my hand on the handle of the door and was mid-push when Clancy rounded the corner again.

"Oh, Susannah." He began. I fought back a grimace. "I'm going to need the Lambert return, the AKA Investigations return, and the new client we just landed needs set up. I'll need it all on my desk Monday morning so get it done before you leave. I'm meeting a client for a late lunch and probably will not be back."

I.E.: using company cash to rent a hotel, fuck someone that's not your wife, and then go play golf.

Got it.

What did he actually do in this office?

I'm going to have to stay at least an hour late.

But bonus! No Clancy for the rest of the day!

And it's Friday!

I smiled, pulling myself out of my inner musing.

"Not a problem, Clancy. I'll get those finished and then start pulling these files for you. I'll have everything on your desk before you come in Monday morning." My bright smile faded from my face as he stalked off to his office before I'd even completed my sentence.

Dick.

I huffed back to my desk, placing the key and the legal pad off to the side so I could finish up the Lambert return.