More flirting

"Oh?" Jenn's eyebrows asked quizically.

The delivery guy chuckled and shook his head. "But I'm not sure I believe you about the vacuum."

Jenn's face grew even redder as the delivery guy's smirk seemed to grow wider. She felt a surge of embarrassment and defensiveness, but also a spark of curiosity. She couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking, and why he seemed so amused by her situation. "I'm telling you, it's true!" she protested, trying to sound convincing. "I was just vacuuming and it malfunctioned. I didn't exactly plan on answering the door naked."

The delivery guy chuckled and leaned against the doorframe, his eyes never leaving hers. "But you did," he said, his voice low and smooth, "so what are we going to do about it?"

"I don't know..." Jenn answered, her voice barely above a whisper, as the delivery guy's eyes seemed to bore into her skin. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he pushed off from the doorframe and took a step closer to her, his smile growing wider.

"Is anyone else in the house with you?" he asked.

"My daughter won't be home for the next three hours," Jenn explained, "and I'm divorced."

"Well, well, well, looks like I was right about the marriage troubles," the man reached out a hand and gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers grazing her skin and sending a shiver down her spine.

"This is completely unrelated!" Jenn tried to protest, "how can I prove to you I'm not naked on purpose?"