~ Excerpt ~
Taya stood there, still not believing she was going to do all the blue jobs while he did the pink ones. She waited for him to come out and say he was joking, but then she heard the rustling of the shopping bags and the refrigerator door opening. Pursing her lips, she shook her head, perplexed. Was he really letting her choose? Cool!
Taya built the fire and made sure it would continue to burn before she closed the oven door and started to chop wood. For the last week, they had been walking a lot while sightseeing and swimming for hours, yet she hadn’t lifted any weights, which was why she had wanted this job— good for her muscles.
She spent an hour cutting and storing wood under the oven that had heated up beautifully.
Levi came out with the meat and veggies he intended to grill. Inside, he had made a big salad, adding cheeses, nuts, and fruits Taya liked, hoping she would see how in-tune he was with her.
“Go on in and wash up for dinner. It’s going to be ready in fifteen minutes.”
Taya walked over with her arms filled with wood that she dumped on the ground. Bending down, she then shoved the last of it in the storage area before standing, wiping the sweat from her brow. “It feels like it’s a thousand degrees out here.”
He looked at the overheated woman. “Looks like I definitely got the better job. Go and have a quick shower while I grill.”
Appreciating his thoughtfulness, Taya went into the small bathroom and stripped as she turned on the water. The pressure was almost non-existent. She stepped in while shutting the door. The water was still just barely dripping out. It was cold, but she could endure it as she lathered up, hoping it was finally warm by the time she rinsed.
Bending down, scrubbing her foot, she then went to lift her head when suddenly the pressure kicked in and the water blasted out.
“AHHH! BRRR!” Taya howled out, jiggling the shower door, jumping from foot to foot. The door was jammed and the water was ice-cold.
Levi came smashing his way into the bathroom with his gun in hand, screaming her name. Then he lowered the gun when he saw no physical threat.
“Taya! What the hell?” Dumbfounded by the magnificence of the body in front of him, he went rock-hard in three-point-one seconds. There was no hiding his Johnson in this state.
Shivering, her teeth chattering, she threw her hands up to hide her naked body, still jumping from foot to foot, trying to avoid the freezing water. “I can’t open th-the d-door. The w-water is fr-freezing. Stop st-staring and open the fr-freaking door!”
Levi bellowed in laughter. Furious, jiggling the door, she screamed at him again to open it. Laughing hysterically, he answered, “Piglet, turn the water off.” Humiliated beyond belief, she turned, taking her hands off her breasts to turn off the faucet.
Then she slumped her head against the shower wall in relief, intensely mortified by her dumbness. “Get out! Let me wallow in my stupidity. Gah! I’m such a loser. How could I not think to turn off the water?”
Trying desperately to contain his mirth, he jiggled the jammed door until it opened and a wave of cold air whooshed out. “Damn, that water must have been freezing.” Another fit of laughter bubbled out as he looked at the goosebumps covering her well-toned body. It made him thicken even more. “I better see if there’s a switch for the water heater. Shit! I left the food on the grill.” Levi sprinted out of the tiny bathroom, running to save dinner.
~ About the Author ~
Anne Marie Citro grew born and raised in the greater Toronto area of Ontario, Canada. She grew up in a large, loving family. Anne Marie is married to a very patient man. He is the love of her life. They have four very cool sons, and the girls they brought into their family that have become daughters of her heart. She has been blessed enough to finally have a beautiful granddaughter after four sons. She has her own personal gaggle of girlfriends, who enrich her life on a daily basis and make her laugh. Caesar Friday is her favourite day of the week. Caesars with the girls and date night with her hubby. She works with special-needs teenagers, that have taught her how to appreciate life and see it through gentler eyes. Anne Marie was encouraged by her husband to follow her lifelong dream to write. She loves the characters that take over imagination and haunts her dreams. She loves the arts and she has tried her hand at painting, wood sculpting, chainsaw carving, wood burning, metal and wire sculptures. Yes, her husband is a very patient man! Anne Marie is an avid reader and enjoys about three books per week. But nothing makes her happier then riding on the back of her husband’s Harley and throwing her arms out and feeling the wind race by. Anne Marie and her husband take a few weeks every year to travel to spectacular destination around the world. Anne Marie is excited and can’t wait to see what the next chapter holds for her life.