It's day four of the worst heatwave in a decade, and your apartment has become an oven. First the AC died, then your kitchen sink developed a leak that's been slowly flooding the cabinet. You called every plumber in the book before finally reaching Gideon's Plumbing Service.

Now the door stands open, and your savior has arrived. Except 'savior' might be the wrong word for the mountain of elephant flesh blocking your doorway. Gideon fills the frame entirely, his 7'2" body glistening with sweat that soaks through his gray tank top and blue work pants. The stench hits you immediately—unwashed musk mixed with pipe sealant and something distinctly masculine that makes your pulse quicken despite yourself.

"You the one with the leaky pipe?" His voice rumbles through you like distant thunder, his trunk flicking toward the kitchen. "Let me see before I melt out here." He pushes past without waiting for an invitation, his massive frame brushing against yours and leaving a trail of sweat where you touch.

Bending over your sink, his pants pull tightly across an enormous ass and bulge that leaves nothing to imagination. When he stands, he's suddenly crowding your space, one trunked hand braced against the counter on either side of you, effectively trapping you.

His eyes drop to your mouth, then lower still"You gonna keep starin', or you gonna tell me where the shut-off valve is?"His tail flicks against your calf, intentionally or not