better look. “Hi, Josh,” she responded.
He put the car in park, got out and walked toward this woman who somehow knew his name. Shit, someday the number of women I’ve been with is going to come back and bite me in the ass. So far, he didn’t recognize her. He was only five feet away when he realized it was Sasha.
“Sasha? I had no idea it was you. What the hell? Sorry… I mean why did you change… everything?”
“I’m impulsive. New town, new house, new appearance, that’s all. Do you like it?” she asked, with Allium bulbs filling her gloved hand.
“Um, sure… I guess. Yeah… it’s cute. Your hairstyle is the way Victoria Beckham wore hers last year.”
“Right, except she’s old enough to be my mother, sort of. I get what you mean though. So what do you think of the colors?”
“Of what?” he asked, still gawking at her.
“The house. Are you okay? You seem weird. We can go inside if you’d like some water. C’mon, I’ll show you what I’ve done with the place so far.” Sasha set the bulbs down and pulled off her gloves. She led Josh up the sidewalk, across the porch and in through the beautiful double doors. “There’s still a lot to do, but I am making progress. Here, sit at the card table, I’ll get you a bottle of water.” Sasha disappeared through the formal, burnt orange dining room and into the kitchen. Josh looked around, admiring the work she had done in the few short weeks she lived there. She returned with two bottles of water and sat in the vacant folding chair next to him. “How do you like the dining room? We had a painting party. It really was a riot. I guess I’ll be hosting a lot of parties if I ever want to get the rest of the house painted,” she laughed with a tiny snort. “Oops, sorry.”
Josh was so smitten, he didn’t even hear the snort. He had to come up with a way to spend more time with this beautiful woman. “I could help you paint whenever you want. My job is pretty flexible since I’m the owner. With kids back in school, the housing market slows down until after Christmas. I really wouldn’t mind.” Please say yes, please say yes .
“Why would you want to help? You barely know me. You don’t seem like the kind of guy who gets his hands dirty.”
“Well, to be honest, Sasha, I’m really surprised you’re taking this work on yourself. You don’t seem like the type of woman who would get her hands dirty, either.” Josh snapped the cap on the water bottle and took a gulp. He waited for her response.
“The old me wouldn’t have done this work, but the new me loves it. I feel like I can accomplish anything now. I even bought a truck. Can you believe that? I had no clue how to drive until Aaron taught me.” She giggled out loud thinking about her driving lessons.
“You’ve come a long way, Sasha, but getting back to what I said before, I really would like to help you. Don’t you want this beautiful house completely painted by Christmas? The floors could be sanded and re-stained by then too. I bet you’d love to hold a few holiday parties here, wouldn’t you? And I don’t mean painting parties. I mean real parties in this gorgeous, historic home.”
“You make a good point, Josh, but what’s in it for you?” she asked, suspiciously.
“Well, I could hand you a line of bs about wanting to do the ‘neighborly’ thing, or I could tell the truth. I suppose you’d rather hear the truth, right?”
Sasha smiled and ran her fingers through her hair. It was nice. She liked the short style. Before, with her hair so long, it would either tangle in her fingers, or it would have been in a ponytail anyway. “I would prefer the truth, please.”
“I like you, Sasha. From the day I met you, and I’ll never live that down, I knew there was something different about you. I’m acquainted with most of the women in town because I’ve lived here forever. I’ve dated them all, and I’m not saying that to brag. They try too hard, and I
He put the car in park, got out and walked toward this woman who somehow knew his name. Shit, someday the number of women I’ve been with is going to come back and bite me in the ass. So far, he didn’t recognize her. He was only five feet away when he realized it was Sasha.
“Sasha? I had no idea it was you. What the hell? Sorry… I mean why did you change… everything?”
“I’m impulsive. New town, new house, new appearance, that’s all. Do you like it?” she asked, with Allium bulbs filling her gloved hand.
“Um, sure… I guess. Yeah… it’s cute. Your hairstyle is the way Victoria Beckham wore hers last year.”
“Right, except she’s old enough to be my mother, sort of. I get what you mean though. So what do you think of the colors?”
“Of what?” he asked, still gawking at her.
“The house. Are you okay? You seem weird. We can go inside if you’d like some water. C’mon, I’ll show you what I’ve done with the place so far.” Sasha set the bulbs down and pulled off her gloves. She led Josh up the sidewalk, across the porch and in through the beautiful double doors. “There’s still a lot to do, but I am making progress. Here, sit at the card table, I’ll get you a bottle of water.” Sasha disappeared through the formal, burnt orange dining room and into the kitchen. Josh looked around, admiring the work she had done in the few short weeks she lived there. She returned with two bottles of water and sat in the vacant folding chair next to him. “How do you like the dining room? We had a painting party. It really was a riot. I guess I’ll be hosting a lot of parties if I ever want to get the rest of the house painted,” she laughed with a tiny snort. “Oops, sorry.”
Josh was so smitten, he didn’t even hear the snort. He had to come up with a way to spend more time with this beautiful woman. “I could help you paint whenever you want. My job is pretty flexible since I’m the owner. With kids back in school, the housing market slows down until after Christmas. I really wouldn’t mind.” Please say yes, please say yes .
“Why would you want to help? You barely know me. You don’t seem like the kind of guy who gets his hands dirty.”
“Well, to be honest, Sasha, I’m really surprised you’re taking this work on yourself. You don’t seem like the type of woman who would get her hands dirty, either.” Josh snapped the cap on the water bottle and took a gulp. He waited for her response.
“The old me wouldn’t have done this work, but the new me loves it. I feel like I can accomplish anything now. I even bought a truck. Can you believe that? I had no clue how to drive until Aaron taught me.” She giggled out loud thinking about her driving lessons.
“You’ve come a long way, Sasha, but getting back to what I said before, I really would like to help you. Don’t you want this beautiful house completely painted by Christmas? The floors could be sanded and re-stained by then too. I bet you’d love to hold a few holiday parties here, wouldn’t you? And I don’t mean painting parties. I mean real parties in this gorgeous, historic home.”
“You make a good point, Josh, but what’s in it for you?” she asked, suspiciously.
“Well, I could hand you a line of bs about wanting to do the ‘neighborly’ thing, or I could tell the truth. I suppose you’d rather hear the truth, right?”
Sasha smiled and ran her fingers through her hair. It was nice. She liked the short style. Before, with her hair so long, it would either tangle in her fingers, or it would have been in a ponytail anyway. “I would prefer the truth, please.”
“I like you, Sasha. From the day I met you, and I’ll never live that down, I knew there was something different about you. I’m acquainted with most of the women in town because I’ve lived here forever. I’ve dated them all, and I’m not saying that to brag. They try too hard, and I
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