Poe X Ranpo Novels & Stories

Local guy, reasonable rates, available same-day if you were lucky. I was lucky. When the doorbell rang just after two in the afternoon I was still in the loose cotton tank and shorts I had slept in. The fabric was thin, the shorts riding high on my thighs, and I had not bothered with a bra because the air conditioning was off and the house felt sticky. I opened the door expecting a middle-aged man in a company polo. Instead Ryan stood there in a plain black T-shirt stretched across broad shoulders, cargo shorts, and a worn tool belt slung low on his hips. He was younger than I expected, maybe early thirties, pale skin tanned from outdoor jobs, arms corded with muscle from years of climbing l