Putting on a show

”What the hell are you doing?”
I glanced over my shoulder and saw Adam’s wide-eyed stare. “Go away, I’m putting on a show.”
“Go away? I’m not five, you can’t tell me what to do!”
“Okay, stay then.” I shrugged, not taking my eyes off the hunk I’d been watching all week.
“Er…what do you mean ‘putting on a show’?”
“My construction worker is back up on the roof.” He looked through my window, met my eyes before letting his heated gaze take me in. I angled myself.
“Oh my God! I’m going to Marie.” Adam hu...