4. Flora
Flora
Why did I give in to my urges? I should have walked out of the damn store and ran the second she fell to her knees.
But no, I stood there rationalizing with myself that if she wanted this, then I would give it a try. That we owed ourselves that much. The faint kiss is all it took to tell me that we just opened the floodgates, and there is no going back from here.
Stuffing my sun hat on my head, I glance over to spot her running down the gravel road. She has her stainless steel water bottle tucked under her arm, like the good girl she is.
I creepily watch her from the field line as she darts down the dirt road, disappearing out of sight.
It’s only seconds later when my phone chimes in my dress pocket.
Jaz:
I found my water. Going to the greenhouse three for the rest of the day.
Me:
Good girl. Be done by five, don't be late.
Stuffing my phone back into my dress, I glance up at the bright blue sky, slightly wishing it would rain. This way, I could get out of fieldwork for today, and we both would be trapped in the house together.
I spend the next three hours plucking bean pods from vines while listening to an erotic monster romance.
The audiobook cuts off, causing me to let out a string of curse words.
I’m supposed to finish picking this row and the next over the next hour, before it's time to end the day.
But with my ear pods dead and me no longer able to hear about a girl being railed by two yetis, I call it quits for the day.
The plastic bins are heavy in my arms, as I carry two of them full of green beans to the outside walk-in fridge, where we store our produce and backstock.
To my surprise, Jaz is bent over, counting something.
“Thirty-three, thirty-four,”
I can't reset the urge to mess up her count, so I say, "Forty-seven.”
She lets out a yelp, falling backwards onto the metal floor of the walk-in with a thud, a cucumber clenched in her hand.
A delectable idea pops into my head as she stares up at me, cheeks flushed pink.
“You scared me.” She drops the cucumber back into the bin in front of her, like it's on fire or something.
My tongue darts out, licking my bottom lip before I bite it. Trying like hell to not act on that thought.
“I’m sorry, Honey. I wasn't expecting you to be in here.”
She stands, brushing off her hands onto her dress. “I picked all of these and wanted to get them in the cool air before they started to sweat. But there is more picking to do.”
She shifts around me in the doorway, slipping out into the heat, leaving behind her uncounted cukes.
Against my better judgment, I turn around, crates still in hand, asking, “Would you like some help?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Walk away, Flora, find an excuse, and leave.
But nope, instead I say, “Follow me,” tucking a cucumber into my long dress pocket, saving it for just the right time. I can't resist the urge to stuff her pussy with it and mine at the same time, after seeing it clenched in her hand.
But work first, Flora.