She’d never dreamed a place like this existed. It was a paradise. Bentley owned a paradise and he never said a word about it. Luscious, thick oak trees and rose gardens so sublime lined the back of the house.
“What a backyard!” Adele exclaimed looking at everything with wide-eyes.
“Thought you’d like it.” Jefferson kept a steady eye on her, watching her every move.
Adele didn’t notice him staring; she was caught up in the breathtaking sight of his so-called backyard. The flowers were gorgeous with deep rich colours that seemed to surround them. The flowers glistened in the morning sunlight and for a moment she forgot she was still holding his hand, until it slipped away.
She decided then, she’d return; it was peaceful here.
She inhaled the sweet aroma.
“Bentley’s never taken me here. Hard to believe this place is real?”
“It’s real, but you’re hard to believe.”
Adele was so absorbed with the flowers and the beauty around her she never heard Jefferson.
“This place used to be farmland,” Jefferson explained. “The flowers weren’t here, and the land hadn’t been used in ages. When my uncle bought the property he had this remarkable place made for me and my mother.”
“That’s Bentley for you.”
“Yes it is.”
Adele came from such poverty; yet now she felt like royalty, dressed in her beautiful dress, strolling in her gardens.
“Time to go back. Uncle wants to speak with you.”
“All right.”
But leaving the grounds, she decided to take a look at Jefferson. Hopefully he hadn’t noticed. Studying him, she couldn’t help but stare at his broad shoulders. Sure was a handsome man. Felt strange, a man touching her. She wasn’t overly comfortable with it.
Once they were inside, Jefferson swept Adele into the study where Bentley was waiting for them.
“May I eat supper in my room, Bentley?” Adele blurted out.
“Of course. I’ll have Eva bring you supper.”
“Thanks.”
Relieved, Adele darted out of the room and scooted upstairs. Sadness came over her and a cloud of uncertainties filled her mind.
In her room she lay on the bed, brooding. Stupid dress.
A few minutes later just as Bentley had said, her meal was being brought to her and she happily whipped off her bothersome shoes, as well as, her annoying dress. She flung her clothes across the floor, relieved to be alone.
She was half-dressed, when a knock sounded at the door. Thinking it was Eva, she called for her to come in. To her horror, standing in front of her was Jefferson with eyes as big as saucers.
She gasped. She had nothing on but a skimpy see-through undergarment, her bare shoulders and others parts revealing far too much. She abruptly scooped up her bedding, miffed that he was still gawking at her.
“Get out of my room!” she shouted. “Now!”
Closing her eyes she prayed he’d be gone when she opened them. When she opened her lids again she was angered to see Jefferson was still there. He stood gaping at her like an fool, and she had the urge to strangle him. Why hadn’t he the decency to leave?
“Why are you still here? Get out, I said!”
At that, his eyes dropped to the floor, and he actually looked remorseful. He turned and left the room, shutting the door behind him. She was so livid she fumbled for the paperweight, picked it up, and threw it at the door. “And stay out!” she screamed, then flopped on her bed, bursting into tears.
Suddenly the door opened and Eva rushed in to be with her. Adele buried her face in Eva’s lap, and told Eva what had happened.
“Can you get Bentley?” she asked sobbing.
“Of course dear.” Eva embraced her, then rose and left the room.
Adele donned a nightgown and housecoat and sat on the bed waiting
“What a backyard!” Adele exclaimed looking at everything with wide-eyes.
“Thought you’d like it.” Jefferson kept a steady eye on her, watching her every move.
Adele didn’t notice him staring; she was caught up in the breathtaking sight of his so-called backyard. The flowers were gorgeous with deep rich colours that seemed to surround them. The flowers glistened in the morning sunlight and for a moment she forgot she was still holding his hand, until it slipped away.
She decided then, she’d return; it was peaceful here.
She inhaled the sweet aroma.
“Bentley’s never taken me here. Hard to believe this place is real?”
“It’s real, but you’re hard to believe.”
Adele was so absorbed with the flowers and the beauty around her she never heard Jefferson.
“This place used to be farmland,” Jefferson explained. “The flowers weren’t here, and the land hadn’t been used in ages. When my uncle bought the property he had this remarkable place made for me and my mother.”
“That’s Bentley for you.”
“Yes it is.”
Adele came from such poverty; yet now she felt like royalty, dressed in her beautiful dress, strolling in her gardens.
“Time to go back. Uncle wants to speak with you.”
“All right.”
But leaving the grounds, she decided to take a look at Jefferson. Hopefully he hadn’t noticed. Studying him, she couldn’t help but stare at his broad shoulders. Sure was a handsome man. Felt strange, a man touching her. She wasn’t overly comfortable with it.
Once they were inside, Jefferson swept Adele into the study where Bentley was waiting for them.
“May I eat supper in my room, Bentley?” Adele blurted out.
“Of course. I’ll have Eva bring you supper.”
“Thanks.”
Relieved, Adele darted out of the room and scooted upstairs. Sadness came over her and a cloud of uncertainties filled her mind.
In her room she lay on the bed, brooding. Stupid dress.
A few minutes later just as Bentley had said, her meal was being brought to her and she happily whipped off her bothersome shoes, as well as, her annoying dress. She flung her clothes across the floor, relieved to be alone.
She was half-dressed, when a knock sounded at the door. Thinking it was Eva, she called for her to come in. To her horror, standing in front of her was Jefferson with eyes as big as saucers.
She gasped. She had nothing on but a skimpy see-through undergarment, her bare shoulders and others parts revealing far too much. She abruptly scooped up her bedding, miffed that he was still gawking at her.
“Get out of my room!” she shouted. “Now!”
Closing her eyes she prayed he’d be gone when she opened them. When she opened her lids again she was angered to see Jefferson was still there. He stood gaping at her like an fool, and she had the urge to strangle him. Why hadn’t he the decency to leave?
“Why are you still here? Get out, I said!”
At that, his eyes dropped to the floor, and he actually looked remorseful. He turned and left the room, shutting the door behind him. She was so livid she fumbled for the paperweight, picked it up, and threw it at the door. “And stay out!” she screamed, then flopped on her bed, bursting into tears.
Suddenly the door opened and Eva rushed in to be with her. Adele buried her face in Eva’s lap, and told Eva what had happened.
“Can you get Bentley?” she asked sobbing.
“Of course dear.” Eva embraced her, then rose and left the room.
Adele donned a nightgown and housecoat and sat on the bed waiting
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