feet behind him. He hadn’t
heard him come up.
That was bad. He was so distracted he hadn’t even noticed
someone creeping up on his back.
“Something I can help you with, Marc?”
“I don’t know what’s going on but I want you to know I
haven’t seen her smile this much in a long time.”
“No problem.” He heaved the first bag over his shoulder and
dropped it in the truck.
“So she decided to give you a chance?”
Travis wasn’t sure what chance Marc meant but he thought it
best to agree. “Guess so.”
“A word of advice. Don’t think for one minute that she won’t
do as she says.”
“All right, I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, heaving
another bag of mulch.
Marc stood there for several long seconds, debating his next
words.
“Something else you wanted to say?” Travis said, stopping to
look him in the face.
“I know it’s none of my business but are you planning on
seducing her?”
“Why? Are you going to warn me against it?” Great, he was
going to have to stop with the ogling, apparently it was obvious and he
certainly didn’t need the “back off” lecture from Marc.
“Actually, no, I wasn’t.”
Travis dropped the next bag and looked at Marc. “What?”
“It’s just that she is too wonderful of a woman to be
rotting away, taking care of this place alone. She deserves to have some fun of
her own but if you hurt her, I’ll have to kill you.” He said it with a smile
but Travis suddenly didn’t think that he was kidding.
Travis watched as Marc turned and walked away. This was
going to be stickier than he thought.
* * * * *
Jessie watched from the cover of the front window as Travis
steadily worked his way through the pile of mulch. It was a sweaty and tedious
job, one they all hated, and it was a good way to break in the new guys. She
had a few who had quit and walked away after the first few bags, bunch of
pussies.
But Travis didn’t seem to mind.
After Marc spoke to him for a moment he got into a rhythm—lift,
step and drop. A few more bags and he paused to lift his shirt over his head,
wiping his face with it before tossing it over the bed of the truck. Oh my. He certainly was good-looking.
She felt naughty peeking out of the curtains at him but
couldn’t bring herself to turn away. His tanned muscles flexed and bunched
under the strain and a shiny coat of sweat covered him. Her eyes were drawn
again and again to the tattoo that covered his right shoulder. It was large and
started at his neck and traveled halfway down his biceps, covering the top corner
of his chest. His faded jeans hung low on his narrow hips and she licked her
lips while watching him.
She wished circumstances were different. Letting the curtain
drop back into place, she headed for her little office at the back of the
house. It was time to deal with some paperwork. If that didn’t cure her wet
panties then nothing would.
It was several hours later when Travis found her at her
desk, the computer screen shining on her face.
She looked exhausted.
“Hey,” he said as he walked over to stand behind her and rub
her tense shoulders.
“Mmmm. That feels good.” She leaned back into his hands and
closed her eyes.
“Why don’t you call it a day and ride to my place with me so
I can get clothes and the equipment I need? I’ll buy you dinner.”
There was no way he was leaving her here anyway.
“Okay,” she said, sitting up and shuffling papers. “Just let
me turn my PC off.”
It surprised him that she didn’t primp for twenty minutes
like he expected. She disappeared in the bathroom for five, grabbed her purse
and was ready to go.
They drove in silence for a while. Both of them were lost in
the circumstances that had brought them together.
Travis was busy lecturing certain parts of himself that were
responding to her scent in the close confines of the truck cab.
He stopped at a little place along the way for dinner and he
was surprised at how much she made him laugh. It
heard him come up.
That was bad. He was so distracted he hadn’t even noticed
someone creeping up on his back.
“Something I can help you with, Marc?”
“I don’t know what’s going on but I want you to know I
haven’t seen her smile this much in a long time.”
“No problem.” He heaved the first bag over his shoulder and
dropped it in the truck.
“So she decided to give you a chance?”
Travis wasn’t sure what chance Marc meant but he thought it
best to agree. “Guess so.”
“A word of advice. Don’t think for one minute that she won’t
do as she says.”
“All right, I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, heaving
another bag of mulch.
Marc stood there for several long seconds, debating his next
words.
“Something else you wanted to say?” Travis said, stopping to
look him in the face.
“I know it’s none of my business but are you planning on
seducing her?”
“Why? Are you going to warn me against it?” Great, he was
going to have to stop with the ogling, apparently it was obvious and he
certainly didn’t need the “back off” lecture from Marc.
“Actually, no, I wasn’t.”
Travis dropped the next bag and looked at Marc. “What?”
“It’s just that she is too wonderful of a woman to be
rotting away, taking care of this place alone. She deserves to have some fun of
her own but if you hurt her, I’ll have to kill you.” He said it with a smile
but Travis suddenly didn’t think that he was kidding.
Travis watched as Marc turned and walked away. This was
going to be stickier than he thought.
* * * * *
Jessie watched from the cover of the front window as Travis
steadily worked his way through the pile of mulch. It was a sweaty and tedious
job, one they all hated, and it was a good way to break in the new guys. She
had a few who had quit and walked away after the first few bags, bunch of
pussies.
But Travis didn’t seem to mind.
After Marc spoke to him for a moment he got into a rhythm—lift,
step and drop. A few more bags and he paused to lift his shirt over his head,
wiping his face with it before tossing it over the bed of the truck. Oh my. He certainly was good-looking.
She felt naughty peeking out of the curtains at him but
couldn’t bring herself to turn away. His tanned muscles flexed and bunched
under the strain and a shiny coat of sweat covered him. Her eyes were drawn
again and again to the tattoo that covered his right shoulder. It was large and
started at his neck and traveled halfway down his biceps, covering the top corner
of his chest. His faded jeans hung low on his narrow hips and she licked her
lips while watching him.
She wished circumstances were different. Letting the curtain
drop back into place, she headed for her little office at the back of the
house. It was time to deal with some paperwork. If that didn’t cure her wet
panties then nothing would.
It was several hours later when Travis found her at her
desk, the computer screen shining on her face.
She looked exhausted.
“Hey,” he said as he walked over to stand behind her and rub
her tense shoulders.
“Mmmm. That feels good.” She leaned back into his hands and
closed her eyes.
“Why don’t you call it a day and ride to my place with me so
I can get clothes and the equipment I need? I’ll buy you dinner.”
There was no way he was leaving her here anyway.
“Okay,” she said, sitting up and shuffling papers. “Just let
me turn my PC off.”
It surprised him that she didn’t primp for twenty minutes
like he expected. She disappeared in the bathroom for five, grabbed her purse
and was ready to go.
They drove in silence for a while. Both of them were lost in
the circumstances that had brought them together.
Travis was busy lecturing certain parts of himself that were
responding to her scent in the close confines of the truck cab.
He stopped at a little place along the way for dinner and he
was surprised at how much she made him laugh. It
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