N. Walters - Jackson’s Jewel

“Got it.”

“You should have several free hours every day once the place is back in order. And, as I said on the phone, Sunday is your day off. Saturday, you just need to make something and leave it for Jackson’s lunch and the rest of the day is yours as well. The job only pays two hundred a week because room and board is included.”

“That’s fine.” In fact, it was perfect. She didn’t foresee needing to spend much money over the next few weeks. She wasn’t planning on leaving the farm unless she absolutely had to. She could use the phone here to call her sisters, rather than use her cell phone. It would all work out. It had to.

Jackson walked to the barn, although it was difficult with his cock at full attention. He reached down and adjusted himself but it didn’t help. His balls were heavy and tight, his erection throbbing. He hadn’t had this kind of a reaction to a woman since he was in his early teens.

Emerald was far from the thin, cool blonde he’d imagined. Her hair was a profusion of black curls, which hung below her shoulders and emphasized her slender neck. Her dark, chocolate-brown eyes dominated her heart-shaped face and her full rosy lips begged a man to lick and kiss them. Her skin was creamy and her body lush with curves in all the right places. Her thighs and hips were gently rounded and her breasts full and firm.

He groaned as his erection twitched. She was a walking wet dream. Dressed in a flowing skirt and matching blouse, she looked more like a gypsy enchantress than a housekeeper. He shook his head at the irony of the situation. It had been years since a woman had done more than catch his casual attention. Now he was finally attracted to a female and she was hands-off.

And she was attracted to him too. He was too old and too experienced not to notice the way her eyes glazed over as she stared at him. Her breathing had hitched slightly and she’d unconsciously smoothed her hands over her stomach and hips, pulling the fabric tight on her blouse. The movement had emphasized the shape and size of her breasts. Jackson wondered what color her nipples were. Would they be rosy like her lips?

He licked his lips and then swore under his breath. He had to get his mind off his new housekeeper. She was only here for ten days. He was getting rid of her as soon as his agreement with Erin was up. He wasn’t about to get involved with a woman who was just passing through town.

Why not? a voice in the back of his brain taunted him. Maybe Emerald would be agreeable to a no-strings affair. Every muscle in his body tightened and he forced himself to take a deep breath and relax. He’d have to think on this some more. The thought of her naked and spread across his bed was almost enough to make him turn around and head back to the house.

He swore again as sweat trickled down his temple. It was hot enough outside without him making himself even hotter. Swiping it away with the back of his hand, he climbed aboard his tractor and started it. It was going to be one heck of a long day.

Heading out of the barn, he focused on the workday ahead. On a farm like his, there was always something to be done, especially this time of year. And if he was lucky, he might get a few minutes to take some pictures.

Since he’d started making money with his photography, he kept his camera close and watched for particularly interesting shots. He enjoyed it and it added another dimension to his day, breaking up the monotony of the daily chores. He glanced back at the house as he drove away. Cursing, he pushed all thoughts of his new housekeeper from his mind, distracting his wayward thoughts by running through his mental to-do list for the day.

Emerald put her hands on her hips and surveyed the kitchen with pride. The place practically sparkled. It was a far cry from what she started with more than three hours ago. It hadn’t taken her long to cart her belongings in from her car with Erin’s help. She hadn’t bothered to unpack, but had gone straight to work. Thankfully, the utility closet in the kitchen was filled with everything she needed to put the kitchen back to rights.

However, her first task had been to start a load of laundry. She figured she had about six or seven loads to do including sheets and towels. While she was waiting for the first load to wash, she’d finished cleaning up the broken glass on the kitchen floor and then had gone to work on the mounds of dishes. It had taken a fair amount of elbow grease to scrape the dried food from them, but she’d done it.

Draining the dirty water, she’d then refilled the sink and started washing down the counter and cupboards. She’d opened every cabinet door as she stacked the clean dishes away and figured out where all the pots and pans were kept. It was a fairly organized kitchen. Emerald reckoned that she had Erin to thank for that.

She’d sorted the mail that was strewn across the table, placing the bills in one stack, flyers and papers in another and what looked to be personal stuff in yet another pile. She’d have Jackson go through them after supper. Then she’d scrubbed down the table. It was a beautiful trestle table made of maple and her hands had lovingly traced the warm wood.

The refrigerator and the stove had come next. The refrigerator wasn’t in too bad a shape, but it was getting close to empty. It hadn’t taken her long to dump everything after its “best before” date. She’d washed down the shelves with baking soda and water and then had put everything back inside. Somebody would have to go shopping and she was afraid it was going to be her. Her stomach clenched at the thought of leaving the farm. She’d make a list tonight, get Jackson to approve it and go first thing tomorrow. Unless she could convince him to go.

The stove came next, but that wasn’t too dirty. She suspected that Jackson used the top of the stove to do most of his cooking and the oven to reheat food that his sister brought over. According to Erin, she’d been bringing him casseroles to keep him from starving. There were still some in the freezer.

Emerald had washed and dusted every surface in the kitchen in between running back and forth to the laundry room and loading clothing into the dryer before starting another load to washing. The curtains had looked dingy, so she’d dragged them down and shoved them in the washing machine while she cleaned the windows. She’d even taken down the light fixture and washed it.

When every surface of the kitchen was clean, she tackled the floor. The hardwood floor was a thing of beauty and looked fairly new. By the time she was finished, it gleamed. Satisfied, she packed away her cleaning supplies for the moment, folded the next load of clothing that came out of the dryer and started another one washing. The kitchen drapes were dry, so she shook them out and hung them back on the windows.

She was more than satisfied with her morning’s work and Jackson should be too. Her plan was to make herself indispensable so he wouldn’t even think about firing her. Emerald knew that Jackson didn’t want her here, so it was up to her to change his mind. She needed to be able to stay.

Nibbling on her bottom lip, she fretted as she slipped off her blouse. It was soaked in sweat after all her hard work. The tank top she was wearing beneath it was much cooler. She realized now that she should have taken the time to change before she’d started work, but she’d been in more of a hurry to make a good impression. What she needed now was a long, cool shower to revive herself.

A glance at the clock told her that Jackson would be home and expecting his lunch in about fifteen minutes. Sighing, she knew her shower would have to wait. There was just enough time for her to slap some ham and cheese sandwiches together. She’d serve them with some chips. It was simple and fast. She’d make something more substantial for supper.

She just finished cutting the last sandwich and piling it onto a platter when the back door opened. “Lunch will be on the table in just a second.” When there was no answer, she glanced toward the door. Jackson stood there staring, not at the nice, clean kitchen, but at her. She knew she looked a fright, but she hadn’t thought she looked that bad. Blowing a lock of hair out of her eyes, she grabbed the platter and hurried to the table. “Why don’t you sit down and dig in?”

He shook his head like a man coming out of a daze. Still not saying anything, he sauntered over to the sink and began to wash his hands. Even though she told herself not to look, she couldn’t resist watching him as he lathered his big, work-roughened hands. The bubbles covered his fingers and wrists as he rubbed them together.

A picture of them in the shower together, he rubbing those slippery, soapy hands over her body popped into her head. A restlessness filled her as her womb clenched. She felt empty and achy. The crotch of her panties dampened as Jackson rinsed his hands and dried them in the towel. Her nipples puckered and pressed against her bra. Glancing down, she could see them outlined against the thin fabric of her red tank top. Jackson chose that moment to turn around. It was like waving a flag in front of a bull.

His nostrils flared. His body tensed. She could see the steady rise and fall of his chest as his breathing deepened. Her lips parted as she tried to get enough air into her lungs. She felt lightheaded and totally unlike herself. Her skin felt as if it was on fire as desire pulsed through her veins. It was exhilarating. It was frightening. She’d never had this kind of a physical reaction to any man in her entire life.

She licked her lips and his eyes darkened as he watched. There was no mistaking the bulge in the front of his jeans. The man was seriously aroused. His hands clenched at his sides as he struggled for control.

Emerald took a step toward him as if pulled forward by an invisible thread. Her mind was screaming at her to be careful. Her body was demanding that she go to him. One step became two.

She stopped when she was right in front of him. Their bodies almost, but not quite touching. She could feel the heat rolling off him in waves. The urge to snuggle up close and lay her head against his chest was almost overwhelming. What was it about this man that drew her to him?

His hands wrapped around her shoulders. She could feel the tension in his fingers as he held her. She wasn’t sure if he was going to push her away or pull her closer. She didn’t think he quite knew what to do. The heat of his hands permeated her skin. She could smell sunshine, sweat and the sweet smell of fresh-cut hay.

“This isn’t a good idea.” His voice was low and gritty.

“I know.” If she were sensible, she’d run to her room and wait for him to leave. But her common sense had deserted her at the moment.

“You work for me.” Jackson’s fingers tightened.

“I do. But I’m an adult.” She licked her lips again and tried to swallow, but her mouth was too dry. “I don’t usually do things like this.” It was important for him to know that she didn’t make a habit of coming on to men she’d just met.

He frowned and his eyes narrowed. “I didn’t think you did. This thing…” He trailed off, unable to find the words he wanted.

She nodded in complete understanding. “I know. I feel it too.”

“There’s still time for you to go.” She knew that he meant more than just leave the room. He was telling her that there was time for her to get in her car and just drive away.

The only problem was that she really needed a safe place to stay and, besides that, she didn’t want to leave. She wanted to explore this burgeoning attraction flaring between them. She shook her head. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She could feel the tension rolling off him as he stared at her, his blue eyes intense. He swooped down suddenly and captured her lips with his. This was no tentative first kiss, but a declaration, a claiming.

Jackson’s lips were firm and warm as they melded against hers. His hands slid up the slope of her shoulders and neck until he was cupping the sides of her head. He tilted it to one side to give him better access as he traced the seam of her lips with his tongue.

The moment she parted her lips, his tongue snaked inside, stroking hers. She swallowed a cry of pleasure and snuggled closer. The hard ridge in the front of his jeans pressed against her stomach. Her nipples almost hurt, they were so tight. She rubbed them against the hard planes of his chest. Even through her clothing and his, she could feel his rock-solid muscles. Jackson groaned and thrust himself tighter against her.