I’m just stepping out of the shower when there’s knock on my door. I towel off and think about putting on some pants, but when the light rap on the door turns to outright pounding, I wrap the towel around me as I walk to answer it.

Opening the door, I’m shocked to find Rose, soaking wet from the rain, on the other side.

“Rose?” I can’t hide my confusion because I know I never gave her my address, and it’s not listed either.

She touches my chest with a single finger, pushing me backward into the house. “Where did you run off to?”

I glance down at where our bodies meet, still in shock to see her at my place, and move away from her slowly, but she follows. “I was done for the day.” I take another step, and so does she. “Can I help you with something?”

I’m trying to be a gentleman. I’ve had my dick in her a handful of times over the last few days, but we certainly did not move into the “Hey, stop by my place sometime” arrangement. Any thoughts of going there with her vanished as soon as I opened the door.

She removes her finger from my chest, and for a moment, I think she’s going to apologize and leave. “We didn’t finish earlier.” She licks her lips and starts to pull off her T-shirt that’s clinging to her chest like a second skin.

As soon as the material is over her head, I place my hands on her shoulders and keep her at arm’s length. “Rose…” My voice trails off when I see the panic in her eyes. She knows what I’m about to say as she stands before me half naked.

She blinks slowly, batting her eyelashes. “Come on, Clive.”

“I think you should go.” My head jerks back when she places her finger, the same one that poked me in the chest, over my lips.

“Shh, baby. Let me please you,” she says, dragging her index finger down my lip before tracing the bottom edge with her nail, stabbing me with it in the process.

I have two options: toss her out on her ass, or get some head and then kick her out. I think about it for about two seconds before I speak. “I’ll let you suck my cock.”

She drops to her knees and pulls the towel from my hips before peering up at me with hungry eyes. “Don’t you want to taste me?”

“I want you to wrap your eager lips around my dick and make me come.” I place my hand on the back of her head and guide her mouth toward my waiting and already hardening cock. “You came to me, not the other way around,” I remind her. I almost cringe because I know I sound like an asshole, but I don’t want her to think she can just show up anytime for service.

I may be her handyman, but in no way, shape, or form am I her boyfriend. If she’s going to come knockin’, she’s going to be the one giving me something and leaving empty-handed.

“I’m going to make you come so good, you’ll want to reciprocate,” she whispers with a sultry tone.

I hold back my laughter because I’m not pissing her off right before she puts my dick anywhere near her teeth. I don’t want to burst her bubble, but I’ve had blow jobs by some of the best in the business. Girls who don’t only enjoy giving head, but professionals who could take every inch of me down their throat without shedding a single tear. “Just put it in your mouth. Less talk, more tongue,” I demand.

She leans forward, guided by my hand, and licks her lips before pushing the tip over her velvety soft tongue.

Reaching up with her slender fingers, she cups my balls, massaging them as my cock starts to go from limp to semihard in her mouth. Threading my fingers in her hair, I press her face into my groin, my almost erect cock going down her throat with the motion.

She presses against my thigh, pulling her head away, trying not to choke.

“For fuck’s sake, Clive, let me get used to it before you go ramming your cock down my throat!”

“Sorry, babe, your mouth is so warm, and I’m eager to come. I didn’t get a chance to earlier today before your daughter barged in on us.”

I am fully erect now as she reaches up, stroking my cock with her skillful fingers, and takes me back into her mouth. I place my hands on her head again and start to buck my hips, trying to force my cock as deep as I can into her tight mouth. Her hand has a tight grip on my shaft, stopping me from being able to shove it down her throat again.

My thoughts turn to her daughter’s tits in the pool. I know I shouldn’t be envisioning this, but she was a sweet sight. I start to fuck Rose’s face with purpose, pretending I am fucking Tara’s smart mouth.

Rose’s strokes start to become quicker, alternating between rubbing the head of my cock then sucking it. My legs begin to quake as I can feel myself approaching an orgasm.

“Come on, Rose, take that cock deep into your mouth,” I moan.

She complies, removing her hands from my cock, and places them behind her back, allowing me to fuck her mouth at my own pace and depth. Hell yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about.

Flashes of Tara’s mouth wrapping around my erection bring me to the brink of coming. I reach for my cock, chasing my release, and start stroking the shaft while fucking Rose’s pretty, stretched mouth, sending me over the edge, my knees weaken, and I come in her mouth.

She swallows everything I give her and licks the head clean, and it was a fucking lot. Standing up, she moves to unbutton her jeans. When I place my hand over hers to stop her, she glares at me. “But I thought…”

“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.” Her mouth falls open as I speak, but I continue. “I didn’t invite you over. You showed up at my door looking for some cock. I gave it to you, and now…” I point to the door. “We’re done.”

Her eyes widen as anger flashes across her face. “You’re not being serious.”

“I am,” I deadpan.

“Well, I…” Her cheeks redden the same way they did after I about fucked her to death yesterday. “Clive…”

“We’re done here,” I tell her as I grab her T-shirt off the floor where she dropped it. “Don’t drop by without calling next time.”

She rips the shirt from my hand with a huff. “I thought you were different,” she says behind the damp cotton material as she pulls it over her face.

“I’m a man, Rose. We’re all the same.” I grunt at her, unable to suppress my smile.

“All a bunch of selfish pricks. Each and every one of you.” She fists her hands at her sides.

I can’t argue with her. At this moment, with her before me, I sure as fuck am. I shrug it off. I’m not going to apologize for my actions when I didn’t ask her to come here in the first place.

When I don’t reply, she says, “You’re fired.”

I cross my arms, still naked, and wonder if I should give a fuck about being kicked off her job. Rose is a special brand of crazy that I want to distance myself from in a hot minute. When I don’t respond to her threat, she turns on her heels and pulls the door open.

“Rose,” I call out before she has a chance to make her grand exit.

She turns and she looks hopeful for a second, but I’m about to kill any hope she has. “Thanks for the blow job. You were great.”

She stomps out, her high heels clacking against the wet pavement, and slams the door. The picture on the wall rattles from the force. For a small woman, she sure has a lot of strength, especially when she’s pissed. Batshit crazy bitch.

I grab the towel and make my way toward the bathroom. I should call Hunter and tell him what happened. I’m not worried about being fired, but I don’t know if they want to put another person on her job. Whoever gets to finish her remodel is an unlucky motherfucker.

After getting dressed, I explain everything to Hunter in under two minutes, and he’s silent for a few seconds. “Say that again,” he says because it does sound like a load of bullshit.

“She showed up at my place, expecting me to fuck her, but she sucked me off. When I wouldn’t do the same, she fired me.” I shortened the story the second time because I wasn’t about to go over the whole thing again.

“How did she know where you live?”

“Fuck if I know, man.” It’s a question I wondered about too, but I didn’t bother to ask. I didn’t want to engage with her any more than I had to, especially after I came.

“How much more did you have left?”

“I just had to finish painting her lanai. Everything else was done.”

He sighs. “I’ll finish it and offer her a discount.”

I collapse onto my couch and kick my feet up on the coffee table. “Why?” The crazy bitch doesn’t deserve money back. Not only did I do a spectacular job, but I made her come multiple times. I think she’s the one who should be paying us extra, not getting money back.

“Just to keep the peace, man. Maybe she won’t be an issue if I end the job with a little bonus.”

I snort to myself. “The only bonus she wants is to be fucked,” I tell him as fair warning. When she shows up at his door too, he won’t be able to say I didn’t warn him.

“Not happening. Anyway, come to the office in the morning, and we’ll get you a new job.”

“You got it, boss.”

“Night, fucker,” he says before hanging up.

I toss the phone next to me and relax back into the couch cushions. Flipping through the channels, I land on one of the movie channels, and Fatal Attraction is on. It gives me chills and hits a little too close to home after Rose just dropped by. I click to the next channel and settle on watching a bunch of men wrangling crabs, not a batshit crazy woman in sight. Thank fuck.