Free Made For Us by Samantha Chase Page B

that would be unprofessional.
    And it sucked.
    “And just what are you wearing?”
    “Oh, for the love of it,” Zoe muttered and bent down to grab her bottle of water. “There isn’t a dress code in our contract. I checked.”
    “Very funny. Are you aware that you are working in a house with about two dozen men?”
    Keeping her back to him, Zoe downed half her water bottle before she responded. “Is there a point to this line of questioning because I’ve got a wall to paint—pronto.”
    Looking around at the one wall Zoe had already completed, Aidan had to admit she’d done a damn-near perfect job. “Well, I still haven’t gotten to see how this new crew is doing, and now I won’t because you interfered,” he said, even as she put more paint on the roller and began painting the next wall.
    “Look, Mr. Shaughnessy,” Zoe said. “You’re a businessman who knows the importance of getting the job done right and on schedule. I needed to make sure this room was going to get done right the first time. There isn’t a whole lot for me to do until all of the painting is done, so I’m helping to speed up the process. I’ve been informed that I’m not allowed to have any other clients while I’m on this job, so that means I’m going to jump in where I’m needed to keep us on track.” Looking over her shoulder, she glared at him. “Do you have a problem with that?”
    Right now Aidan had about a dozen problems with that, but none of them were rational.
    “We’re not insured for you to be painting.”
    Zoe’s painting didn’t even falter. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”
    “You could fall off the ladder.”
    “I could also fall off a ladder while hanging drapes, a picture, or placing decorative items up in high places. Nice try.” Turning to face him, she dipped the roller back in the paint and expertly removed the excess. “You should be thanking me. Some of those guys don’t even know how to properly use a roller. They just spray it on. All. The. Time. Now that’s all fine and good for an inventory home that you just want white walls in, but there is no way they can spray this red paint. It needs to be rolled out carefully, and it needs to be done several times. Trust me. In the time it will take me to get this room painted three times, they’ll have the rest of the house almost done. Okay?”
    He knew she was talking to him, but Aidan’s attention was suddenly honed in on Zoe—more specifically, her breasts. Right there, in the middle of Zoe’s tank top, splashed across her magnificent breasts, was a daisy.
    His mom’s favorite flower.
    His eyes moved up to meet Zoe’s furious gaze. Crap , now she probably thought he was just some pervert staring at her breasts, but right now it was that damn daisy that had him transfixed. Forcing himself to look away, he murmured an apology and fled the room.
    “Well, that was odd,” Zoe grumbled and turned to finish painting the wall. It was a good thing he had the sense to leave the room because she’d felt like taking the paint pole and smacking Aidan on the side of the head. He had the nerve to lecture her efforts to stay on top of his stupid schedule, and then instead of listening to her, he was standing there staring at her breasts the entire time! Jerk .
    Suddenly energized with indignation, Zoe didn’t take long to get the room finished. Afterward, she carefully took the paint tray and walked outside with a sense of accomplishment.
    “I’ve got that, Miss Zoe,” the paint foreman said as he jogged over to her from the adjacent lot.
    “Thanks, Charlie.”
    He took the tray from her and yelled for one of his crew to come over and get it cleaned up. “I just saw the room and I have to tell you, I’m impressed. I’ve been doing this a long time, and red is not an easy color to work with.”
    She blushed at his praise. “Like I told you yesterday, I enjoy painting. And while I think it looks pretty good right now, the truth