Under Construction

By H Carlin

Lisa starts building up her self-confidence by jogging around her brand new neighborhood. One problem. She passes by a construction crew everyday. She tries to ignore them, but she can't help but notice the constant stare of one particular foreman. One day fate unexpectedly brings the hunky foreman to her front door. Can Lisa overcome her shyness and go after him? Or will her inability to take charge ruin her chances?

This is a short story with sexual content.

• Language: English
• Publisher: H Carlin
• Release date: Jan 11, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370304844

H Carlin

I'm reader turned author that enjoys young adult, paranormal,fantasy, and all fiction! Ebook authors inspire me to write.

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Under Construction

H. Carlin

Published by H. Carlin at Smashwords

Copyright 2017 H. Carlin

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Under Construction

Chapter 1

Here I am sitting on my front porch drinking a cup of coffee in the up-and-coming neighborhood known as Black Cove. I’m the second proud owner of a new house in this new, shiny neighborhood. I watch as the construction crew arrives to the worksite in the morning. They diligently work on home after home, completing a row of townhouses that look exactly alike. Of course they’re not all exactly alike. I chose the finishing touches like flooring, countertops, appliances, etc.

Succumbing to the pressure of my friends and family, I finally purchased my own home six months ago. I’ve always rented and figured when I met someone we would buy a home together. Now at the age of 29 there’s a good chance that ship has sailed. Not that it can’t still happen, but my friends insisted that I not wait on my plan to follow through. They’re right. There was no reason why I couldn’t buy my own home. There was no reason why I couldn’t live my life instead of waiting on a man to complete it.

The day I closed on my house six months ago was the day I decided to take charge of my life. No excuses. I took up my coworkers’ offers to go out for drinks. I joined that book club that I was always too shy to join. I indulged in fancy restaurants with my friends where I felt like maybe I didn’t belong. I said no to my Mom when she pressured me to wear a certain outfit. Lastly, I forced myself out of my comfort zone and began jogging around my neighborhood.

More accurately it’s my soon-to-be neighborhood. Black Cove was a large loop with ten completed townhouses and about forty left to complete it. Aside from me and another neighbor, Black Cove was empty. I could run around the half-mile loop without anyone looking at all of my jiggly parts. It was just concrete road