Chapter 1: The AC's Out, and So Is Her Patience
It was the hottest summer on record in Austin. 106 degrees. No breeze. And Isla’s fancy new smart-home condo had just lost its AC.
She was melting in her silk robe, sweat beading on her skin, when the repairman arrived.
He was not what she expected.
Tank top. Tattoos. Muscles made of hard work. And a lazy, infuriating smirk.
“You’re Isla?”
“And you’re two hours late.”
“You’re lucky I came at all,” he muttered, stepping inside with his toolbox. “Most guys don’t work in this heat.”
“I’ll survive.”
“Not lookin’ like that, sweetheart.”
Chapter 2: Temptation in Tight Quarters
His name was Maddox. He worked in silence, but she noticed the way he kept glancing at her legs as she paced.
“Problem?” she snapped.
“Not with the AC.”
“You’re staring.”
“You’re distracting.”
She laughed — sharp, nervous. “Is this how you talk to all your clients?”
“Only the ones dripping in sweat and attitude.”
She poured herself a glass of water, tipped it back, and let a little spill down her neck. His eyes darkened.
She didn’t know why she did it — except that she wanted him to look.
He did.
Hard.
Chapter 3: Sparks Fly
The AC hissed, whirred — and died again.
Maddox stood up. “You need a new unit. I’ll have to come back.”
“It’s too hot,” she said, breathless. “What if I can’t wait?”
“You’ll survive,” he said, echoing her tone from before.
Then he added, “Unless you want help… cooling down some other way.”
They stared at each other.
Silence. Tension. Sweat dripping between her breasts.
Then she reached for his shirt.
“Lock the door,” she whispered.
Chapter 4: Release
They didn’t make it to the bedroom.
He bent her over the kitchen island, tearing off her robe. Her body trembled under his rough hands. His beard scratched down her thighs. Her moans echoed off the tile.
She had never been taken like that — like a woman who needed saving from the heat inside her, not out.
He flipped her, lifted her effortlessly, sank into her with a growl. She wrapped around him, sweat and heat and hunger turning everything molten.
Chapter 5: Afterglow and Confession
They lay tangled on the cold tile floor.
Maddox ran a calloused finger down her side. “You’re not like my usual clients.”
“You’re not like my usual fix-it guys.”
He grinned. “Wanna schedule another emergency?”
She laughed. “Next time… maybe wait till it’s dark.”
He kissed her shoulder. “I make house calls at any hour.”
Chapter 6: Real Heat
She started “breaking” things every few days. A faucet. A light. The dishwasher.
Maddox came each time. And stayed longer.
They fell into a rhythm — teasing, touching, tangled in sheets and tools.
When the new AC arrived, she told him to leave it in the box.
“I’m not giving up my favorite excuse to see you,” she said.
“You never needed an excuse,” he growled, lifting her again.
And they melted together, over and over, through the longest, hottest summer of their lives.
The End.