STORY 54: FIXING THE SINK OR MY PUSSY?

Chapter 1 Sasha's Pov I leaned against the kitchen counter in my tiny apartment, my voice low and teasing as I spoke into the phone. "So, Dante, you really think you can fix my sink and keep me entertained?" I’d called him over because my kitchen faucet had been leaking for days, driving me up the wall with its constant drip. But now, standing here in my thin tank top and shorts, I couldn’t ignore the way my skin prickled at the thought of him showing up. Dante’s laugh came through the line, deep and rough, making my stomach flip. “Sasha, I’m a plumber, not a magician, but I’ll see what I can do about that entertainment part.” His voice had this gravelly edge that made my thighs clench together. I’d met him a few weeks ago at a friend’s barbecue, and we’d been flirting ever since, texts here and there, a few late-night calls that left me restless and aching. Now he was coming over, and the anticipation was making my body hum. “You better hurry,” I said, twirling a strand of my dark hai