Roxy POV

 I opened the door wearing nothing but my short silk robe, the thin fabric barely covering my ass. The plumber standing there was exactly what I needed after a shitty day — tall, rough, and built like a damn construction god. His tight work jeans hugged those thick, powerful thighs and did absolutely nothing to hide the heavy bulge pressing against the denim. His white t-shirt was already damp with sweat, stretched tight over a broad chest and those thick arms covered in tattoos.

 He looked me up and down slowly, eyes dark and hungry, like he was already imagining ripping the robe off. I felt that stare...