The Willing Seduction

Mystery

Jane’s Pov:

I woke up in a unfamiliar bedroom with a heavy feeling across my abdomen. The first rays of the sun were streaming into the room and I placed my hand across my eyes trying to focus, I rubbed my head, trying to force myself to focus. I tried to sit up, but I couldn’t. I lay on the bed trying to figure out what was going on, where was I looked down and saw an arm around my middle. I then felt the evidence of something else sticking in my back. I followed the arm up to the stranger’s face. I recognised him from the books on Mrs Carmichaels nightstand. "s**t", he stirred and I shut my mouth with my hand. I kept looking at him, he was gorgeous, his books couldn’t quiet capture how truly gorgeous he was. I stretched out my hand wanting to touch his face, but I immediately pulled it away. I inhaled a deep breath and smelled a whiskey scent and an earthy cologne. 'Jesus Jane get your s**t together, why are you smelling a strange man, what the hell was wrong with me'.

He moaned in his sleep, and it was as if I was suddenly jerked back into reality. Realisation hit me hard, I knew what this must look like, I had to get out of here and fast. My heart started beating so fast, I could hear my heart pounding in my ears and throat. I carefully removed the iron band from around my waist and slipped out of bed.

I quietly gathered my clothes and slipped out of the bedroom. As soon as i was downstairs, I started running for the door, I flew into the cold morning air, still only wearing my bra and panties, barefoot. I only wanted to get out of there. I ran up the garage apartment steps two at a time, my feet were hurting from running on a gravel path but I didn’t care. As I entered my small apartment, I slammed the door shut and stood against the door trying to catch my breath, I held onto my chest trying to still my beating heart. I dropped the clothes in front of me and ran towards my shower and turned the tap to hot. I stripped out of my underwear and got under the scolding water. The water burned my skin, but I wanted to strip his scent and the memory of him off me. 'What did I do, what must he think of me'

Jesus had I become so desperate to feel the touch of a man. At 28 I still haven't ever had a real boyfriend, but that wasn't because I didn't want to. I have been on one or two dates, but it never felt right, they never felt right. That was what I told myself, but I knew it was because I was scared, deep down I was scared of any relationships, forming any bond with anybody and that was because I had lost everyone close to me.

I thought back on what my life was, trying to analyse were it went so wrong. My mother was a single parent, who worked as a receptionist at a local estate agent and to pay the bills she also waitressed at night at a local diner. I basically never saw her except for our quick dinners together. She only had 30 minutes to eat and dress between jobs, but I loved that little time we had together. I knew she worked so hard for me to give me everything I needed, and I appreciated everything she did for me, but I also needed my mother, I needed more of her and I felt robbed that I never got to really know my mom.

I had just left school where I had worked extremely hard, I knew I was going to have to earn a scholarship to a college, so I studied really hard and worked really hard to make my mother proud and when the letter from Ohio state finally arrived she was overjoyed. I got a full ride. We went out that night for a pizza and spent the whole night talking. That was the first and last happy day we had together.

I lathered my hands with shampoo and started washing my hair. Trying not to think of the my most painful memory. Two weeks later my mom was diagnosed with Ovarian cancer stage 3. I was heartbroken and decided to stay and look after my mother, she had insisted that I go to school but I wasn’t going to do that. She couldn’t work anymore, which meant we had no health insurance. Mrs Carmichael offered me the housekeeper job here and I started working for her. I knew she took pity on me because she didn’t really need a housekeeper.

After my mother’s death, Mrs Carmichael once again came to my rescue and offered me the garage apartment. I had also helped her later in her sickness. She was diagnosed with a heart condition. I had become her only companion in her later years. Unfortunately her heart just couldn’t go on and she died in her sleep 6 months ago. I could never repay Mrs Carmichael for everything she had done for me.

I looked directly into the water falling down, trying to wash the shame away of what happened. Jesus what must Mr Carmichael think of me, just waiting half naked in his bed for him. I washed my face again trying to dispel the memory, but it wasn't enough

I took a seat on my bed. I gave myself a mental shake and made up my mind, I was going to go in there, cook him breakfast and then apologise to him, then beg him not to fire me, tell him like nothing like that will ever happen again.

I combed my hair in a very severe bun, sleeked everything back, not a hair was out of place and dressed in my most prim outfit. Black slacks and a white blouse, which I buttoned up to the top. I went to the door to look for my shoes but one was missing. “Oh for fudge suck Jane, could you be any dumber”. I put on some black court shoes which was the only other pair of shoes I had. I took a look in the mirror and I looked very respectable, I just hoped he believed it after last night.

I then took a deep breath and started for the house.

Kyle’s POV:

I woke up with the sun shining in my face. Memories of the previous night rushing back to me. I reached out my arm looking for the angel but the bed was empty. My phone started ringing and I picked up the phone.

“Kyle, here”

The velvet voice of Greta wafted through the lines and I started to smile. “Morning handsome”

“Good morning to you”

“Did you get my gift?”

“I did, and I was pleasantly surprised I can tell you that, I plan on using it as soon as I can locate it”

“You haven't even opened it? I hope you didn’t finish the whole bottle, when you do”

I sat up straight “What do you mean bottle?”

“The bottle of Johnny Walker Blue, I had them deliver it there at the lake house yesterday”

I cleared my throat humiliation washing over me “f**k, Greta can I phone you back”

I jumped out of bed and put some track pants on. I ran frantically through the house, searching for the woman. I searched the bathroom and the whole downstairs area. I ran back upstairs and searched the upstairs rooms again. I found no one.

I sat back down on the bed hoping that I had dreamt the whole thing. Probably, right, I mean I was very drunk. I started smilling at my own idiocy.

Relieve flooded me, I got up to take a shower when my eyes fell on something. A shoe, a women’s shoe. I picked it up and looked at it. My eyes flew to the place where she was lying. I saw the indent of her head on the pillow. I picked up the pillow and smelled it, a strawberry fragrance wafted off it. “It wasn’t a dream then”

I heard the back door open and I ran downstairs.