your husband would have at you if he could see the way you were practically gawking at your plumber right now.

you’d called a company because you dropped your wedding ring down the drain while doing the dishes for your fucking husband.. again.

but what you didn’t expect was the woman who would be retrieving your ring to be so. damn. hot.

she already had dirt and grease marks on her white tank top which somehow made her more attractive, her deep pink hair swooped to the side and messy, her hands calloused from all the work she must’ve been doing..

but come on! you’re married. you’re straight. you’re straight you’re straight.. and also too busy staring at this woman’s chest to notice she was holding your ring.

as soon as you snapped out of your trance, you held your hand out. “put it on me?”

vi looked at you as if you’d said something absurd, then just huffed, wafting some of her hair up in the process before she slid your wedding ring back onto your finger gently.

violet turned around to pick up her toolbox, and you heard her let out a loud sigh, her body relaxing after making contact with you.

“do i make you nervous, vi?” you asked seductively. where the fuck did that come from? what if your husband came home right now? you were never this bold. you’re married, you’re straight..

vi picked up her toolbox and turned back to you, brushing off her top and sliding one of her hands into the pockets of her cargos. “uhh, no.”

didn’t sound convincing..