Free Unruly Urges by Lily Evans

 
     
    UNDER CONTRUCTION
     
     
    C an you tell me again why I brought you h ere ?”  With a loud sigh, I sit back in the driver’s seat of my car, peering out the window at the flurry of activity.  A symphony of noises assaults my ears even with the windows up.  Saws, hammers, yelling, but it makes me happy to see the progress.
                  “Because someone said they had something they wanted to show me,” my best friend Christy says in a sing- songy voice.
    “This was a stupid idea.”  I groan aloud, letting my head fall against the steering wheel.  I turn my head with my eyes crossed. 
    Christy chuckles.  “Well I can say with one hundred percent truth that the shell of your condo is breathtaking.”
    “You’re such an ass.”  I glance at the condo.  “It’s more than a shell now.  They’re actually working on the inside.”
    Christy shrugs.  “What are friends for?”  She twists in her seat and leans against the door.  “ Sooo …”
    “I don’t like that look on your face, Christy.”
    Christy crosses her arms over her chest.  “So, who is he?”
    I bang my head on the steering wheel and inadvertently honk the horn.  “Damn,” I cry out, sitting back with my hand plastered against my heart.  “ Ohmygosh .”  My head falls back against the headrest.  I glance out the passenger side window and see a dozen or so workers staring at my car.  I point.
    Christy glances over her shoulder.  “Oh my.”  Her mouth makes a perfect O.
    “What can I say, I’m a sucker for big, muscular, sexy as hell men with tattoos.”  Drawing a deep sigh from my throat.  “I can’t help it”, I always have been.  I step out of the driver’s side of my car, shut the door and lean on my forearms on the hood with my chin resting on my palms waiting for Christy to join me.
    “Okay,” Christy says as she gingerly stands in the dirt and steps around the car to join me.  “Not what I had in mind when you said, ‘Hey come and look at my new condo’.”
    I roll my eyes at her expected sarcasm.  “You knew it was under construction.”
    Christy crosses her arms over her chest and grimaces down at her red four-inch heels sunk in the thick mud with her right brow raised.  “Had I known we were coming to a mud pit, I wouldn’t have worn these shoes.”  She attempts to pull her foot free and finally gives up with a huff. 
    “Somehow I thought you might find something else to occupy your thoughts other than the mud.”  I pull a face.  My eyes are already searching for what I came for.   A fitted T-shirt over bulging muscles, jeans that ride low over slim hips, and an ass that calls out to me in my dreams.  He caught my eye the first time I stopped in for a tour.  The only thing standing was the concrete foundation and the outside walls and a bunch of sweaty men. 
    I watch her eyes widen as she takes a moment to actually look at what’s right in front of her.  “I guess I can see the appeal.”
    “I thought you would.”  I cock my hip, playing with one of my loose curls when I finally catch sight of the back of his neck.  I know it’s him because he has a tattoo starting at the base of his shaved head.  I jab Christy in the ribs.
    “Ouch.”  Christy’s brow furrows as she rubs her side.
    “That’s the one that keeps bringing me back.”
    “Wow, Stephanie.”  Christy’s mouth drops open.  “I had no idea you were into that kind of man.”  She points her red-tipped expensively manicured finger in his direction.
    “Me neither.”  My mouth’s salivating.  At that precise moment he bends over stretching the material of his jeans over the tight, muscular globes of his buttocks and delineating the muscular lines of his thick thighs through the worn material of his jeans.
    “He’s huge!”
    “I know.”  I sigh.  “Isn’t he yummy?”  My stomach clenches and my tongue darts out between my lips to wet their sudden dryness.  It’s as if all