A/N: So… My Facebook group is filled with a bunch of enablers. Lovely, lovely enablers. It all started with a Twitter status about a woman who accidentally stole her contractor's sweater…
"Don't stare," Bella hissed at her roommate.
Jacob's head snapped forward, away from the window, but rather than look guilty, the grin he flashed was devilish. "Are you kidding? This has to be the crew they based Magic Mike on. All of these guys could make a killing as strippers by night. It's ri-goddamn-diculous how sexy they are. Do you have eyes?"
Bella had to force herself to keep her gaze on him and not glance outside. "I have eyes and manners. No one wants to get ogled when they're just trying to do their job."
"Unless they actually are strippers by night." Jacob had his head propped on his hand, still staring brazenly out the window at the crew their landlady had hired to build a mother-in-law unit in the spacious backyard.
"So find their show and you can pay for the privilege of eye-fucking them."
"Come on. Friendly wager. Statistically speaking, one of them has to be at least bi. Which one do you think it is?" Jacob pointed surreptitiously. "The one that's the size of a house maybe? Look at that curly hair. Maybe the one that looks like an Egyptian god? I like his smile." Jacob stroked his chin. "The bronze-haired Adonis with the daddy beard?"
Bella almost looked up. Almost. She shook her head, concentrating on her laptop. "Most Egyptian gods have animal heads, I think. Though Adonis was a Greek god."
"All work and no play makes Bella a dull girl," he teased. "This is the start of so many construction worker pornos." Finally tearing his gaze away from the window, he locked his arms around her from behind, his head near her ear, and spoke low as if whispering a secret. "Though, ideally, it would be summer, not fall, so they'd be stripping off those shirts."
She reached up to ruffle his hair. Jacob was incorrigible. "And just like a porn, none of them are going to touch—"
As she raised her head to look at her friend and roommate, one of the construction workers came to a stop right outside the kitchen's large window, drawing her gaze and attention. He pressed a phone to his ear, his head tilted up at the sky as he spoke, the words inaudible to her.
He was… Well. There was something about him. He was striking—not classically handsome, but beautiful. The fine features of his face were only enhanced by a neat beard, and his hair…
He raised a hand, running it through his hair in a classic gesture of frustration. As he did, he tilted his head down. Green eyes focused on hers. Bella sucked in a breath, and he offered her a small smile before he turned to the side, looking away.
Bella felt her face flush hot as she stared quickly—far too late—at her laptop.
Across from her, Jacob snickered. "Don't stare."
A/N: And so we meet Bob the Builderward.
So. I'm going to try to post twice a week-on Mondays and Thursdays. I've never actually done a schedule, but I'm trying to reorganize my brain a bit so I can keep my writing at more steady flow. Hence this fic, which is short and silly and hopefully sweet (dare I hope for a little hot? Well. We'll see). Trying to get the gears flowing with something easy.
Many thanks to my prereader team - May, Di, Denise, Eleanor, and Packy. I am, at the moment, without a steady beta. Please spare some positive energy for Songster as she is facing some serious challenges at the moment.
Feedback means the world! See you Monday.