The Willing Seduction

Meeting

Jane’s POV:

As I came through the door, I watched a frantic Mr Carmichael run towards me.

“Did you see her?”

I was stunned to silence. He grabbed my shoulders and shook me a little, he looked down at me, but he wasn’t really seeing me “Did you see her? She must have just left. Surely you saw her?"

I stared at him “See who, Mr Carmichael, no one is here”

He got agitated with me “The woman, the woman, please tell me you saw her.” he ran past me and stared out of the door. He then left the porch and started running around the house, looking through windows and searching rooms.

He came back a few minutes later. He looked really frustrated “You didn’t see anyone, did you? Maybe a car or taxi pick someone up”

“No sir, I didn’t see anyone. Do you need me to phone the police?”

He stared at me with an incredulous look on his face, “No don’t be stupid, what will I say. The most beautiful woman, I had ever seen was sleeping in my bed and I lost her. I don’t even know who she is, for f**k sake!”

My mouth hung open, he didn’t recognise me, did I just hit the proverbial jack pot here. I started walking toward the kitchen counter, trying to steady my beating heart.

“I was just about to make you some breakfast for you, what would you like”

He punched the air, I could see he was incredibly frustrated “Whatever, anything is fine”

He started walking back upstairs and I breathed a sigh of relief. I caught a reflection of myself in the kitchen window and smiled at

myself. This was incredibly fortuitous he didn’t know it was me and he thought I was beautiful.

I stared at my reflection again, but this morning he doesn’t know who I am, he doesn’t recognise me. My eyes fell on the bottle of whiskey, Oh, this made a lot more sense. He thought the me of last night was beautiful because he was drunk, of course, the me of last night. The me he saw in the dark and through drunk eyes. I looked again at my reflection and this time the smile was gone. Why would anyone like him ever think of me as beautiful. He was rich and handsome. He was way over six foot and thinking about him brought out that all adage tall dark and handsome. He was just so perfect, I could imagine the women he had hanging around him.

I gave myself a mental shook and I started preparing his breakfast, I made him some eggs, bacon, sausage and toast. I went to the dining table and set up his breakfast there. I poured him some orange juice and brewed a fresh pot of coffee.

He came back about 45 minutes later with this removed air about him. He had obviously gone upstairs and thought about the way he was acting.

His hair was wet and he smelt of the same earthy cologne. He wore a pullover and some jeans. My heart started beating in my throat when I saw him again. He wasn't handsome no, I changed my mind, he was incredibily hot, even with glasses on.

He took a seat at the table and I took his breakfast to him. “Here you go sir, do you need anything else”

He looked down at his plate and spoke softly “This looks delicious, thank you”

I started back to the kitchen when he stopped me “Aren’t you having any?”

I stopped not sure how to answer him “Yes sir, I’ll have mine a little later in the kitchen”

“You use to eat with my aunt right”

“Yes, I did”

“Well then bring you food and eat with me, nothing needs to change”

I was frozen to the spot, not sure what to do. He looked up at me “Get your food”

I ran to the counter and grabbed my food. I tried to move really quietly when I returned.

I sat on the opposite end of the table and waited for him to take the first bite. “This is really good thank you”

I took a small bite of my own food before I answered him “Thank you sir”

“Please don’t call me that, my name is Kyle and you are Jane right”

“Thank you and yes sir, I mean Kyle”

Kyle’s POV:

I stared at the placid, beige creature in front of me. I started assessing her. She was pretty sure, but everything about her screamed boring, even her name was boring. She looked to be about 20 years old. Her hair was dark brown, flat on her head and in a very severe bun. Not a hair was out of place. She couldn’t have been more than 5 foot 3. I couldn’t see much of her body because her clothes looked to be two sizes too big.

She had two redeeming qualities though, her mouth and her gorgeous green eyes. Her eyes were big and it felt like she was staring right into your soul, they screamed innocence. My eyes folded the line down her cheek to her mouth. That mouth was born to be sinful. Her lips were perfect and was perfectly shaped, her mouth screamed to be kissed.

I felt a small stirring in my pants, which caught me off guard. Was this little bird appealing to me. I immediately thought of Greta, they couldn’t be more opposite. No of course she wasn’t, I must still be in a heightened state, the woman from last night had stirred my blood and had awoken a need that still wasnt sated.

I cleared my throat before I spoke again. “Sorry about this morning, I didn’t mean to be rude or come across as crazy.”

She looked into my eyes with those soul piercing globes “No, of course not, don’t worry about it, already forgotten”

I thought it was strange that she didn’t ask me any more questions about the situation, but she has been working as a housekeeper for more than 10 years now, probably use to not asking questions.

We finished the rest of our breakfast in silence. I got up with my plate and she stopped me. “I’ll take that”

She took the plate from me and I felt a little uncomfortable “I’ll then just go an set up a room for writing”

“Oh, I have already done that. It’s right next to the den”

I turned to her astonished “Thank you, that wasn't neccessary but I really appreciate that”

She waved it off “Just let me know if you need anything else, Kyle”

She had to force herself to say my name, but I was glad that she did. I smiled at her as I left to check out my new study.

I saw the lake throught the windows and moved toward the window. This lake truly was beautiful, it looked like gleaming diamonds lay on the surface of the lake. I stood looking over it, assailed by the memories of this place, the time I spent here with my aunt. A particular memory threatened to spill over and I immediately put up a mental block, I wasn't going to let that particular memory cloud the reason I was here, I needed to write.