Rumor has it Sophia is back in town, but I haven’t asked her brother, Weston, for confirmation. My best friend would not be amused if he knew how often I think of his little sister. Especially since my musings mostly occur while I’m naked in the shower with my hand on my cock.
“Thank goodness, you’re here,” Jennifer says when I reach the top floor.
Jennifer is the town secretary and is prone to dramatics. I usually think she’s a hoot. But not when my mind is preoccupied with thoughts of Sophia.
I force thoughts of Sophia away. “I’m here to save the day.”
She clutches her chest. “Thank you, Flynn. Shall I show you the problem?”
“I got it.”
She ignores my dismissal and follows me as I make my way to the ladies' restroom. “It’s the third stall. The other stalls are fine, but the third one is clogged.”
I open the restroom door and note the water on the ground. I hold back my sigh as I dig my phone out of my pocket to let my crew know I won’t be on site until later today.
“It’s warm in here. Almost too warm. Do you think the air conditioner is broken?”
I glance over my shoulder to answer Jennifer and note she’s no longer alone. The mayor Lana has joined her along with several other women.
“Ladies.” I nod at them, and they giggle in response.
I return my attention to the job and gather the tools I need. I’m used to the women at city hall and their antics by now.
“Is it hot in here?”
“He should probably remove his shirt.”
“You’re cheating.”
“How am I cheating?”
“You can’t suggest he remove his shirt when you bet he would.”
“There’s no rule about suggestions.”
I chuckle as I open the stall door to study the toilet. I spot a red item in the bowl. I put on my work gloves before digging around in the water to remove the item – a red, lacy bra. I carry it to the women watching from the doorway.
“Whose bra is this?” I ask as I hold it up.
“It’s mine,” Jennifer declares and I raise an eyebrow. The bra I’m holding is obviously for a well-endowed woman. Jennifer is not well-endowed.
Her cheeks blaze. “I mean I bought it.”
“You bought it to stuff down the toilet?”
Lana gasps. “You stuffed the bra down the toilet on purpose?”
Jennifer rolls her eyes. “You know darn well I did. How else was I supposed to get Flynn to show up today?”
“I’m the town’s official handyman. I’m here often enough for real plumbing issues.”
“But today’s my day.”
I flick the bra onto the counter and cross my arms over my chest. “Explain.”
“Oh, his t-shirt is getting wet. He’s going to have to remove his shirt now,” another woman from the mayor’s office says.
“If you ladies want to see me without a shirt on, all you have to do is go on down to the beach when I’m surfing.”