You thanked the man profusely as he removed himself from underneath your sink. Dusting his hands off, the handyman only chuckled.

“Ah, it was nothin’.” The man, who you found out only an hour before was named Arthur, flashed a charming grin.

He gulped, wiping sweat from his brow, “Do you by chance have anything cold to drink?” Mumbling politely, he couldn’t quit smiling.

Maybe it wasn’t smart to have a crush on a client — but god, were you irresistible.