Jade Buchanan

Tony never expected this much excitement when he decided to go out of town for a course. First the bathtub won't drain and now he is confronted with a fellow traveler who has a very particular set of handyman skills.

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This very short story is a hilarious sexy romp. [Handyman] was a solidly written, well-characterized short, with a surprise ending that left me smiling. If you like to read a hot quickie, Handyman is for you.

Reviewed by Carole, Rainbow Reviews

© Jade Buchanan, all rights reserved.

Clang, clang. Clang, clang.

“G. D. stupid P. O. S! Don't do this to me!”

Clang, clang. Clang, clang.

“Seriously, who designed this thing? Really, am I going to have to have a bath in the sink tomorrow morning?” Tony wiped his brow with an already wet forearm, about ready to throw something.

Knock, knock.

Stuck with his hand raised, about to attack the stubborn drain with his trusty spoon again, Tony froze. Someone was at his door. Great, probably hotel management coming to kick him out of the room for disturbing the peace. Had he been that loud? What if they found out he broke the bathtub? Would he be charged for something like that? “Fudge!”

Knock, knock.

“I know you're in there. Open the door.”

Biting his lip, he considered the deep voice coming through the door. He didn't like his odds. Resigned, Tony crawled out of the tub, making his way through his room to the front door, dripping water the entire way. Peaking out the keyhole, he froze again.

Fiddlesticks, the man was big! Arms crossed over a massive chest, fierce frown pulling down thick, black brows, lips compressed. Yeah, he didn't look happy. He also didn't look like a hotel employee. Unless employees at this place frequently wore faded denim and threadbare white tank tops. Without shoes. If they did, he was definitely coming here again. The man at his door had the physique of The Rock. Mmmm... The Rock.

The man raised his meaty fist, pounding on the door, louder than his first (and second) polite taps.

Bang, bang.

Tony reared back, feeling the vibrations through the door. Should he call security? Heck, if he did that, he'd probably be the one in trouble.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly unbolted the door, drawing it open a crack. “Yes?”