Contractor

On the other side of the door was a man in his late forties. He was tall with black hair and had just a touch of grey around his temples. He had the arms of a man who hit the gym on a daily basis. Susan would have said he was hot. He smiled politely.

"Mrs Doe?" he asked.

You stared at him for a moment confused. Then it all came crashing back to you. You were wearing your wife's clothes and a wig. Why the fuck did you answer the door? What if it had been soneone you knew?

"Uh..yes, I'm Susan," you said, trying to sound as feminine as possible.

"I've got an appointment to give you an estimate on redoing your master bathroom," he said, still smiling. He leans closer and offers you a hand. "My name is Bob."

You had forgotten all about that. Susan had made the appointment and had been adamant that you could not reschedule. This guy's company was one of the best construction companies in a two hour drive. He was supposed to be an artist. He stayed booked year round. She'd only gotten this appointment because she called in a favor with a friend who worked in his office.

You take his hand and he quickly brings yours to his lips and kisses it.

"Pleasure to meet you," he said.

"Uh...you too."

"I'll be in and out quickly," Bob said. "I don't want to disturb your evening."

"Okay, come on in," you say.

You lead Bob down the hall to the master bedroom. Luckily the real Susan had made the bed before heading off on her business trip.

"You have a lovely house," Bob said.

"Thanks," you said, looking back over your shoulder only to find his eyes looking down at your ass. You blush, unsure of how to react, and turn quickly back around before he sees you notice.

You lead him through the bedroom, which now feels surprisingly uncomfortable. When you reach the bathroom, he seems to forget about you and your ass. He begins jotting down notes on a folder. He pulls out a tape measure and checks a couple of places. He works like a man who had done this same thing a million times in a million different houses.

"I think I have what I need," he said, still on his knees in the bathroom floor. "You gave my secretary all the specifics on what you were looking for. I will take this back to the office and crunch some numbers. Then I'll drop by tomorrow with a full estimate."

"Thank you," you said.

He looks up at you a moment longer, smiling. You can't help but think that he is a damn good looking man. You'd be nervous if Susan was home alone with him. He casually looks you up and down as he gets to his feet and you realize that SHE is.

He is suddenly standing right in front of you, so close you can smell his minty fresh breath and his cologne.