I stepped back and nodded my head. Don’t do that, I thought, don’t try and act all nice and close to me you fucking creep.
My supervisor laughed loudly. Over the rim, some of her alcohol escaped her cup and fell dramatically to the floor. She was holding court with some of the other guys from work, the guys who always came into the office and flirted with her outrageously, staying for as long as they could without their workshop manager finding them and kicking them out.
I was stuck with Garry.
This had been a stupid idea. The worst. I’d already paid for my cider more than it was worth, sloshing it around the place as we moved through the crowd to the back of the pub so we could all talk. Fuck, I just wanted to go home.
“Want another, Lori?” Gary lifted his glass to indicate he was empty.
“Aww, come on. It’s the weekend. Live a little.” Nudging me, Garry had no idea how close I was to telling him to fuck off.
But I couldn’t upset my supervisor’s boss, who was my boss, like that. That could cause problems at work or even result in me losing my job, thus losing my income, losing the ability to pay my mortgage, and lose the house.
“I’m driving. Which, I should probably be heading back home.” I looked into my half left cider. This had been stupid.
You’re not attracted to Kent!
You can’t be.
If you had been then that would’ve been happening when you guys were teenagers and full of fucked up hormones. This is just an awkward phase for you guys. Don’t let it affect your lives further.
You should be working on the house and saving.
“Actually, I do have to leave.” Downing the contents of the glass I swiped my hand across my mouth. “Sorry, but I have an early start.” And then I was moving through the pub, dodging people who stepped out into my way.
The electrician had done his first fix around the house, re-wiring the whole thing (and that hadn’t been cheap) and adding the blue cable for internet. Andrew had laboured for the electrician, who was also a mate of the family. That had lowered things.
The plumber, aka myself, was to do the work tomorrow and then wait for the real guy to come and do the copper for the hot water on Monday.
My attention was focused on the internal dialogue, not on the attractive man stepping last minute into my path and swung his elbow back, clocking me in the arm.
“Oh shit! I’m so sorry.” He turned. His hands rose up and hovered about, like he wanted to touch me and make sure I was alright and maybe even reassure me. But he didn’t.
I grimaced. “It’s fine.”
Damn, he was fine. Tall, well put together face, with a broad mouth for an easy smile. He wasn’t pretty or that overly polished hotness, he was just humanly attractive and pleasing to look at.
“I didn’t think anyone was behind me… are you sure that you’re alright?” His eyes narrowed down to my arm.
My hand was rubbing at it. It really had hurt and would probably leave a bruise. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Let me make it up to you.” He pleaded.
Yes, please! You can start with giving me a massive kiss and putting those hands onto my ass. “It’s fine, I really need to go,” and I sidestepped him.
You could’ve slept with him and gotten over any residue horniness that was making you look at Kent as if he was delicious. Compared to that guy, Kent was plain.
At the door, I turned and looked back. There he was talking to a group of guys. Suddenly his head whipped around and his eyes landed on me.
I tried not to shiver in response. That was pure attraction there. I blinked.
I ran out of the pub.
For the rest of the weekend, I kept to the house and threw all of my time and energy into doing what I could. I re-plumbed the bathroom, ripping out that ugly toilet once and for all. Now, we would be restricted to going home to mum’s for luxury bathroom time, and use a bucket in the middle of the night.
“There, that should be it.” I sat back on the floor and looked at my handy work. Every bit of pipe was running at an angle and the joins were smeared with a pale red primer and coated in thick blue glue. No way in hell were they breaking apart or leaking. “Time to load it.”
Andrew poked his head in. “It’s looking good sis. Want me to bring in the buckets?”
Carefully, he poured in the water. This was charging the line, on the end I had a cap with a whole lot of duct tape over it, instead of letting it go into the existing line beneath the house. If the whole unit held the water with no drops in the levels then I could connect it up and not worry. If it dropped… well, fuck. We had to pull it apart and start again.
“Why didn’t you just stick with the original layout? Then you could’ve just replace the fixtures and that would be it.” Andrew placed the last bucket into the hall.
“The layout wasn’t good. It was difficult to work with. Now, with the toilet over there in the far corner and just a shower here to the side of the door, there’s more room and it flows.” In my head I could see how great it was going to be once it was tiled and finished, a little cupboard in the other corner to hold all of the supplies that wouldn’t fit under the vanity. “Trust me brother. This will be worth it.”
“It better be worth the copper, moving the shower is going to be costly.”
“Yeah, well, we just have to suck it up.” In truth it wasn’t that bad, but when you looked at my accounts, it wasn’t pleasant. “I still need to go to the hardware store and buy the wet seal today, so once the walls and that are up this week we can water proof this place and get closer to having a functioning bathroom again.”
“Are you taking Kent with you?”
“Why? I can go on my own, anyway, he’s having fun with the girls.” Occasionally we would hear a squeal of laughter from the back yard. “What are they playing out there?”
Andrew grinned. “Soccer. If you’re alright, I’m going back out. Can’t let my girls fight on their own.”
I rolled my eyes.
At the hardware store I zeroed in on the bargain section first, looking for anything dramatically discounted. Nothing this time. Grabbing the wet seal kit, I headed back home to find the plumbers ute in my space. “What, he wasn’t due until Monday.” I gnawed at my bottom lip.
This was off schedule.