5. Jasmine
Jasmine
My heart pounds in my chest with each step as we get closer to the greenhouse.
The way Flora gazed at me, while I was on my ass holding the cucumber, has me wondering if she is going to do anything while we are working.
She looked like she wanted to rip the damn thing from my hand and stuff it somewhere.
We enter the greenhouse, and I instantly regret saying there was more work that needed to be done. It's hotter than hell in here and humid, that may be the perfect atmosphere for these vegetables to grow, but it fucking sucks for us.
Flora picks up a wicker basket, tucking it in the crook of her elbow, saying, “I got this row, if you do the next, we should be done in no time.” Her eyes linger on my slightly exposed cleavage as I lean down for my own basket.
“But,” She puts her hand up, stopping mid-sentence.
“What did I say earlier?”
I huff out, “if I behave, then I get rewarded.”
She shifts on her feet, pressing her thighs together. Obviously, she is aroused and is fighting it, telling me that her being in charge arouses her just as much as it does me.
“Don’t make me show you what happens when you’re bad. I much rather reward, any day.”
My mouth goes dry, rendering me unable to speak. Instead, I nod up and down, indicating that I understand.
“Good, now get to work.”
The two of us work in silence, the only sound is the low hum of the overhead fans, for the next thirty minutes or so.
It’s not until her phone rings that she makes a peep on the other side of the greenhouse.
Her voice is low as she answers, turning her back to me, putting the row of vines between us. I try to listen in, being noisy but her voice is too low for me to make anything out.
Not even three minutes later, she is striding towards the front of the greenhouse with a scowl on her face.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, while jogging to catch up to her.
I can tell by the tension in her bare shoulders that something has upset her.
She glances over her shoulder, saying, “Zee is on her way here. Says she has something important to tell me.”
My heart goes plummeting into my stomach. Zee has no idea I’m here and that her mom has been helping me get back on my feet.
The basket of cucumbers falls from my hand as shock and nervousness take over me.
“Leave them. We have an hour before she is here, and I plan to use every second of it wisely. Come.”
She takes my hand, tugging me out of the greenhouse, towards the farmhouse on the other side of the property.
We enter the house, and the citrus aroma from the essential oil diffuser she always has going greets us.
“Strip,” Flora demands, as she slips off her sandals in the entryway.
I do as I’m told, removing my clothing and shoes. A shiver works up my spine as the cold tile hits my feet, peppering my skin with goosebumps.
She takes my hand, guiding me up the stairs, after her bright green eyes rake over my exposed flesh.
I’m shocked when she guides me into her room and not mine. We cross the hardwood floors, around her little sitting area and into her bathroom.
Damn, her bathroom is huge and much nicer than mine. I spot the giant jacuzzi tub on the right side of the room. It could easily fit four people, and still have room.
“It's beautiful,” I say, admiring her green plants and salt lamp, along with candles that are sprinkled around the room.
She strides to the tub, turning on the water.
I guess we are going to test out just how comfortable that tub is with two people in it.