The guy wins her over

"Why don't we take a look at the vacuum that caused all the trouble?" the man suggested, his eyes never leaving Jenn's.

Jenn hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But her desire to prove her innocence, combined with a spark of curiosity, made her nod her head.

Jenn nodded her head, and the delivery guy's face lit up with a smile as he walked towards the living room, his eyes scanning the space until they landed on the vacuum cleaner, which was still lying on the floor, its cord tangled around the coffee table leg. He walked towards it, his movements confident and deliberate, and Jenn followed him, the package still clutched to her chest. As he bent down to examine the vacuum, Jenn couldn't help but notice the way his jeans stretched across his thighs, and the way his shirt rode up slightly, revealing a sliver of skin at the small of his back.

As the delivery guy opened up the receptacle of the vacuum, Jenn felt a surge of anxiety mixed with anticipation. She wasn't sure what he was looking for, but she hoped that it would prove her story and put an end to the awkward situation. The delivery guy peered inside, his eyes scanning the dusty interior before his gaze landed on something. He reached in and pulled out a tangled mess of Jenn's clothes, including her shredded shirt and underwear.

"Looks like we have our culprit," he said, holding up the mangled fabric for Jenn to see. Jenn's face grew even hotter as she felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. "Seems you were right."

As the delivery guy held up the tangled mess of her clothes, Jenn's face grew hotter, and she felt a mix of relief and embarrassment wash over her. She reached out a hand to take the clothes from him, but he held them just out of her reach, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I think I'll just hold onto these for now," he said playfully, "you know, as evidence."

Jenn's eyes narrowed, and she felt a spark of irritation. She didn't like the way he was teasing her, but at the same time, she couldn't help but be drawn in by his playful attitude.

"What are you, the courts?" she tried to tease him back, her hand still holding out.

The delivery guy chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he held the tangled mess of clothes just out of Jenn's reach. "Maybe I should be," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I mean, it's not every day I get to be the judge, jury, and executioner of a beautiful woman's wardrobe malfunctions." He took a step closer to Jenn, his movements deliberate and confident, and she felt a shiver run down her spine as his eyes locked onto hers.

Jenn's hand was still held out, her palm up, and she felt a flutter in her chest as the delivery guy's gaze dropped to her hand, then back up to her face.

"Here, let me get dressed, and you stay for some coffee," Jenn chirped at the guy.