So this one still kind of makes me shake my head when I think about it.

Annie had arranged for a construction worker to come by. Early twenties, blond, built like he actually uses his body for a living. The confidence was there the second he walked in. The only downside was that he showed up straight from work. Dirty, sweaty, boots still on. Annie took one look at him and told him to use the guest bathroom before anything else happened.

That should have been simple.

A few minutes later, he called my name. I assumed he needed a towel or soap or something normal. Instead, I walked in to find him standing there, fresh from the shower, absolutely naked, water still dripping off him. He grinned and said nothing. Just stood there and clearly wanted to be admired.

Yeah. I noticed. There was no missing it.

I handed him a towel. He barely used it. He gave himself a quick swipe, but made zero effort to cover up. Then he looked at me and said, very casually, “Show me to your wife now.”

Not a request. A command.

And I did it.

The whole time, I was very aware of how bold he was. Not nervous. Not shy. Just assumed this was how things were going to go. When he got to Annie, he didn’t waste time trying to charm her. He talked to her like he already knew she wanted exactly what he was offering.

He kept asking her questions, but they were never really questions. More like declarations disguised as confidence. Things like asking if this was what she needed, or implying she hadn’t had anything like him before. The cockiness was unreal.

Every so often, he’d glance at me and toss something my way too. Asking if I’d ever seen her react like this. Asking if I’d ever heard her sound that way. He never waited for my answer. He’d turn right back to her like my role was simply to witness.

And honestly, that was the part that stuck with me the most.

It wasn’t the biggest guy Annie’s ever been with. Not even close. But he was easily the most arrogant, the most sure of himself, and the most unapologetic about taking up space. He acted like the room belonged to him the moment he walked in.

Annie seemed to enjoy that. A lot.

By the end of it, I was left standing there, processing the fact that I’d just been ordered around in my own house by a dirty, confident construction worker who didn’t even bother pretending to be polite.

And somehow, Annie’s smile afterward made it all make sense.

It wasn’t about him.

It was about watching me handle it.

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