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The Gardener
By Dakota Trace
Standing in the doorway, Alexa watched the sweat drip down the gardener's chest. The tall, muscular man had stopped beside the mower and wiped his brow off with a well-tanned arm. It was the day before Independence Day and the temperatures were well into the nineties. She’d been observing him all afternoon. An illicit thrill raced through her at the thought of what punishment she was courting.
Since the first time he’d caught her staring at him half dressed, he’d taken it as a challenge. A sexual challenge he’s more than willing to meet. Standing in front of the sliding glass doors over looking her back yard in a pair of barely there underwear and cropped t-shirt in clear view of him, was sure to bring out his dominant tendencies. I’d never be aggressive enough to approach a man of his confidence. Lucky me, I stumbled upon a sure thing to get his attention. It’s hard to believe he’s attracted to me when he could have his choice of hard bodied co-eds, but I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. I’ll take what I can get for as long as I can.
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Caleb shut the mower off. His work was finally finished. He’d been aware of Alexa’s presence since she’d appeared in front of the glass doors. For reasons unbeknownst to him, the idea of her watching him and devouring him with those soft grey eyes was an aphrodisiac. She knows what’s going to happen if I catch her too. She was warned. The memory of it teased his already over stimulated nerves. She’d been lying outside in a lounger with her laptop, catching a few rays while she pounded away at the keyboard. Every so often she’d look up to watch him making the circuit around her huge backyard. It’d distracted him to the point, when he’d come back around, he’d let the mower die and stood over her with his hands on his hips.