He’s 20 years younger than me, totally not my type, and impossibly out of my league.
So, considering all that, I really shouldn’t care. He's my handyman and his brute smell should be my cue to run far away.
It's Valentine's Day, Vladimir will come by to fix some things in my backyard.
He said he was coming early, but didn't probably thinking I'm some old woman who has time on her hands.
Now, he's arrived and for some reason, today feels awkward. I noticed I'm flirting with him.
He already shot his shot and failed but my lingering stares and blushing face while he's sanding my table is noticeable.
Or maybe somebody he already knows I'm thinking about him; only for today.
I really shouldn’t be looking at him. My divorce was enough.
I’m gonna do it anyway...
A Russian Got Me: Vladimir is a short story, standalone, contemporary romance featuring a divorced mature hot wife and her little sweet repairman.
