She wasn't sure what turned her on more: the fact that the man worked with his hands, or that her lease had been pressed against his ass this entire time. She did her best to smooth the creases out of the pages, barely scanning the printed words as she went. There were far more important things to think about, like how she was now touching the paper that was still warm from the heat of his body.
Feeling his eyes on her, she lifted her head and murmured, "Got a pen, Smokey?" God help her, he pulled one from his shirt pocket. How many girls get to sign an ass lease with a chest pen?
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