Page 59 of Biggest Player
Dex grunts.
Returns to his back, determined to figure this out on his own.
I raise a brow but decide not to say another peep about the time he’s been below the sink. Shouldn’t he have a grasp on this by now? Shouldn’t he kind of already have this figured out?
I press my lips together.
Actually, now that I think about it ... maybe I should be filming him. So when everything does inevitably implode, I have it on my phone for posterity and I can watch it again and again. Or show Wyatt. She would think it’s hilarious.
Or maybe my time is better served going to the bathroom and grabbing a stack of towels. Just in case.
It’s endearing, this desire he has to fix my problem.
Me, a practical stranger.
Me, a random woman he met on a dating app and has no interest in dating.
Makes him seem human, not this larger-than-life figure I had to read about on the internet.
Minutes tick by, and he is still grunting and making a big stink beneath the counter.
I can’tseehis frustration, but I canfeelit simmering. I can hear it with every turn of a wrench or screwdriver or whatever tools he’s using that I can’t see because it’s dark down there.
I’m too scared to look, honestly.
He wipes his hands on a dingy rag I handed him earlier.
“Everything all right?”
“Just fine,” Dex grumbles, his tone far less confident than it was before. “Almost there.”
Sure it is.
I stifle a giggle, my attraction for him growing. His determination is charming, even if it is slightly misguided.
Don’t quit your day job, Dex.
“Okay, I definitely think I’ve got it now,” he declares triumphantly, beginning the slow shimmy out of his spot. He uncurls himself, emerging at last from under the sink, his hair tousled, face flushed.
He doesn’t look any less hot than he did when he got here.
More so, if I’m being honest.
“Moment of truth. Let’s test it out.” He reaches to turn the faucet, and my breath hitches, caught in my throat.
Nothing.
For a brief, glorious second,nothinghappens. Nothing at all.
No water, no gush, no explosion.
My shoulders relax, thinking maybe he has actually managed to fix the—
A burst of air emerges from the faucet.
Whoosh!
Water shoots out of the faucet like a geyser. I don’t know how, but it arches through the air, drenching Dex and me and spraying water all over the kitchen. This way, that way—all the ways!
