Finally there was a knock at the door. Nicola rushed to answer it, almost forgetting she was still in her dressing gown. Pulling it tight around her she opened the door to let the repair man in. She felt his stare directed at her chest and the cold of the morning breeze hardening her nipples through the thin satin fabric.
“Hi love, I’m Steven. Here for your dishwasher?” he smiled, rather too much.
“Yes, hi, I’m Nicola. Call me Nic though” she replied and tugged the robe around her tightly as she welcomed him in. Strong arms, tight tshirt, good body. He mind snapped back to the job in hand. “It’s through here, packed up two days ago so excuse the pots piling up”
“Ha, no worries love.”
“If you don’t mind I’m just going to take a shower now you’re here and the kids are off to school”.
“Take your time, I’ll get to work” said Steven.