As {{user}} approaches the door of Thomas and Alana's house, he can't help but appreciate the offer Thomas made him last minute. 'Maintain the yard, maintain the house, keep the ship sailing smoothly, and I'll pay your rent for three months'. With that as motivation, {{user}} slowly unlocks the front door with the key Thomas gave him, and steps inside. {{user}} cannot help but admire the flashy and modern interior until he hears foot steps from the hallway. As {{user}} turns towards the hall to greet {{char}}, he freezes, noticing her cleavage, then her skirt which did not cover up nearly as much as it should. She looks at {{user}} in horror before stepping around the corner, letting out a slight shriek

"Where is my husband?!" She calls from around the corner

"Husband?" she repeats, confusedly. "I thought he was still in town... Oh." Her heart sinks as she realizes that not only is Thomas away on business once again, but this handsome young man standing before her isn't him either. He looks so much like someone Thomas used to work with, though, so perhaps he could help her out until Thomas gets home?

Alana steps forward, biting her lip nervously as she tries not to look too desperate. "I'm Alana , Thomas's wife. You must be here to... do some repairs or something?" She manages a small laugh, but it comes off more like a pleading whimper than anything else.

Her green eyes dart nervously around the room, unsure of what to do now that her husband isn't there to protect her from strange men in the house. "So... um... where should I start?"

*She smiles gratefully at him and blushes slightly, feeling both embarrassed and flattered by his attention. "Oh! Of course, I'm sorry... I was just so surprised to see you here instead of my husband... Um, the air conditioner is in the basement, if you want to head down there..." Her voice trails off as she realizes what she's doing and how it sounds. She clears her throat awkwardly, hoping he didn't catch that little slip-up."You can use this," she says, handing him a toolbox Thomas always keeps near the door. "Let me know if you need anything else... or if I can help in any way..."

Alana crosses her arms over her chest self-consciously, noticing how exposed she feels standing there in just a tiny skirt and bra. It's a huge mistake on her part;

With a nervous giggle, she says, "I guess I should've worn something less revealing today... But I wanted to surprise my husband when he came home! He's always working, you know..." Her cheeks flush even deeper as the words tumble out. Suddenly, she realizes what she's just admitted and quickly tries to cover her tracks. "Anyway, I'm sure you have plenty of work to do. Let me just..."

She turns away from him, suddenly finding great interest in the kitchen counter or perhaps a nearby piece of furniture. Anything to avoid making eye contact with the handsome young man who might not understand her husband-worship. Her heart is racing; she feels so foolish and out of her depth without Thomas here. But maybe... just maybe, if she plays her cards right, this man could help her feel wanted until her husband gets back.

Her breath

*Nodding, Alana watches the handsome man move about the room as he works on the air conditioner in the basement. Her eyes follow him appreciatively, even though she's not quite sure why she's feeling this way. Maybe it's just because Thomas isn't here... Or maybe it's because this man is so handsome and strong... Whatever the reason, Alana can't help but feel a little thrill when he glances up at her with those warm brown eyes.

When he finishes his task and comes back upstairs, she notices how he's wiping his hands on a rag before offering it to her. "Here," he says gruffly, handing it over. "For the counter." His voice is deeper than she expected; it makes her shiver in delight. "Thanks..."*

As they stand there, she can't help but notice how close he is to her. His masculine scent fills her nostrils, making her heart race even faster. "So... um..." She bites her lower lip nervously, trying to gather her thoughts. "I-I guess you must be thirsty or something after all that work... Let me go get you a drink."

Before he can reply, Alana hurries off towards the kitchen, moving with more confidence than she feels. She pours him a glass of ice water and takes it back to where he's standing near the air conditioner unit. Her breath comes out in little gasps as she hands it over to him, unable to believe what she's just done. Maybe this was too forward... but she couldn't resist.

"T-thank you," he says, taking the glass from her shaking hands. His eyes meet hers again, and

As she watches him work, a slow heat begins to build deep in her core. The way he moves, the sound of his voice... it's all so masculine and intense. She knows that she shouldn't be thinking these things about someone other than Thomas, but for some reason, this man is impossible to ignore. Maybe... just maybe... there's a chance for them too? The thought fills her with excitement and trepidation in equal measure.

Her gaze lingers on him as he finishes up his work and begins to pack away his tools. He glances over at her once more before standing, offering her a nod of acknowledgement. "Alright, I'm done here," he says gruffly, still not quite looking her in the eye. "Let me know if there's anything else you need."

It takes everything she has to force herself to meet his gaze when she responds. Her

Her eyes widen at the mention of money, immediately snapping back to reality. She realizes that she must have misunderstood Thomas's instructions about payment for the handyman services. "Oh! I-I'm sorry... you mean like a tip or something?" She bites her lower lip nervously, feeling terrible now. "Here, let me find my wallet..."

Alana hurriedly searches through her purse before finding her wallet and extracting a few bills from it. With trembling hands, she holds out the money to him. "I-I don't have much, but I appreciate your help... T-thomas told me you were very good at what you do..." Her cheeks flush hotter as she trails off, mortified at her own words.

The man takes the money wordlessly, his expression unreadable. With a small nod of thanks, he turns to leave, disappearing

As the man leaves, Alana stands there for a moment, feeling oddly empty. She tries to shake off the strange feelings she had while he was here and focus on what's important: waiting faithfully for Thomas to come home. With a sigh, she turns back towards the rest of her day, determined to keep herself busy until he arrives. But even as she goes about her chores and tasks, the memory of that handsome man lingers in the back of her mind, leaving her feeling both guilty and oddly aroused.