Working for the Finlaysons is a dream come true. Not only do they have the most luxurious house in the entire neighborhood, but they are also the highest payers I have ever encountered. The house is a 10 room mansion, with its own kidney shaped pool, lush gardens, and well-manicured landscapes. Set on top of the hills, it is beautifully elevated to give the best view of the town below. The interior seems honey drenched, with the smart use of medium colored woods, camel and cinnamon colored furnishings and dramatic yellow lights, giving the entire house a golden cast at night. For me, this is what living is all about. My most favorite place aside from the pool side, are the wrought iron balconies that seem to wrap up all the bedrooms upstairs. The floor to ceiling windows near the staircase, give a picturesque view of the backyard garden. Antiques and chandeliers are used lavishly and give the entire house a really expensive feel.
My bosses, Amy and Grant Finlayson are the best couples I had ever encountered. They are very accommodating and gracious. Their 8 year old, Jasmine, is an angel with brunette locks and hazel eyes that seem to sparkle all the time. Their adopted son, Flay, is currently at the University taking up—well, I am not too sure, but something that involves plenty of numbers. Seeing his pictures on the living room, one would say that he’s a stereotypical geek. Anyway, I haven’t seen him in person yet since he is never home since I started working.
Mr. Finlayson is usually on business meetings and conventions so I rarely see him, except during the first few days. Usually, it’s just Mrs. Finlayson, Jasmine, and Mrs. Finlayson’s personal assistant, Kendall.
I was at the kitchen making some smoothie one afternoon when I sensed someone was behind me. I turned around and saw the most gorgeous guy I have ever seen. He’s about a foot taller than me, with brown hair, stormy gray eyes and a tan that suggests he’s been out in the sun too much recently. I couldn’t help but stare.
“Hi. I’m Flay.” He said as he extended his hand.
“Oh! No wonder you look so familiar. I’ve seen some photos. I’m Brooke.”
“Nice to meet you.” With that, he walked upstairs.
After finishing making my strawberry smoothie, I went upstairs as well.
Playing with Jasmine is one of my favorites. I was an only child so I never really had the chance to have a playmate when I was a kid. I had tons of toys but no one to play them with. The curly brunette has a toy kingdom in her room. Really. She has princess castles where she can play inside, almost every Barbie that ever came out, a Hello Kitty tub, and a collection of the Disney Princesses—from books to DVD’s to her vanity. Her cotton candy pink bed is so soft and cushy—fit for a princess.
As I adjusted myself on the bean bag, I stared lovingly at her. She was sound asleep. I almost laughed to myself. One minute, she’s all hyper. Another minute, she’s like this. Sleeping like an angel. I tiptoed across the room and made my way out. I was a bit bored so I walked across the hall and opened the French doors at the end. They pave the way for the balcony overlooking the pool. Someone was swimming—-gracefully at that. I focused and I realized it was Flay. His hair was wet and his eyes a bit red. As he came out of the pool, I cannot help but stare at those manly broad shoulders that have droplets of water cascading from them. And then, as my eyes came downward, I was mesmerized by his manly bulge, made enticing by his tight trunks. He must have sensed I was there. He looked up and met my eyes.
As he came nearer the balcony, I couldn’t help but stare at his tumescence again. He must have realized that because he followed the direction of my stare and shook his head. Heat came up my neck and I could have sworn I was blushing profusely. I ran back to Jasmine’s room. Only too thankful that I could hide there for a while and avoid him as much as possible. I thought about the thing that I saw and sighed. I would have to have that inside me. However, I can’t. He’s the bosses’ son. Plus, it’s obvious that she is not his type.
It’s weird. Really weird. I saw his pictures a number of times already but it never occurred to me that he could look like a hunk. He’s not very handsome—not in the conventional way, yet there’s something about him that is very attractive. He’s so tall and beautifully built. Plus, he’s well endowed. I have seen men in trunks before. I have gone swimming with friends several times and saw the guys but I never felt a stirring inside me. Flay’s asset is museum quality—-and that was just the silhouette.
I gazed out the window and decided to call my boyfriend. Maybe I am just sex deprived these past few weeks. I shrugged the thought. Sex deprived or not, I shouldn’t be feeling this way. That is if I am sane. But when was I sane? I thought amusedly.
At 7 that evening, Mrs. Finlayson phoned and said she’s attending a late night dinner with friends. Flay ordered some Chinese food for dinner. I called my parents to say that I’d be home late. Anyway, I live on the next block, so that won’t be any issue. After dinner, I bathe Jasmine and helped her put on her favorite pink Oriental-inspired nightdress. Very cute indeed.
I read stories for the little girl. Her favorite is the Frog Prince. I hated the story as a kid—I hated fairy tales in general, just because they seemed force to have a happy ending. That’s just me though. Swallowing my personal notions, I read the book as nicely as I could. I must have been really good because in no time, she was asleep. I gave her a light peck on the cheek, lowered the lights, and got out.
I entered the guest room I was given as a place to sleep. I lay on the four poster bed and sighed. Everything in this room is perfect—-from the bed to the high ceiling to the lavender decor. It’s one of the most relaxing rooms in this house, and my favorite too. When the Finlaysons toured me around and asked me to pick a room, I did not wait for a second and picked this one. I stretched on the bed and allowed myself to be surrounded by cushy pillows.
Just when I was starting to doze off, I heard the door being opened. Thinking it was Jasmine looking for me, I sprung up. When the door completely opened, there was no Jasmine. It was Flay standing at the portal.
“Hi there. Tired?”
“No. I’m just sleepy.” I said. Goosebumps started to form on my arms as I realized I have never taken my eyes off him ever since he entered the room.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me. You’re pretty bold. Aren’t you?” He said as he walked towards me.
I shook my head as a reflex. There was something in his aura that both excited and scared me. I backed away, knowing that men love it when women play a bit hard to get. He moved closer and closer until we were only merely inches apart. He held me by the waist and rubbed me there a bit too sensually. The smell of his skin—which was a combo of Irish Spring, man skin, and light spicy after shave tickled my nostrils. God, he smells delish. Clean and all man. I moved backwards and find out that I was already pinned on the wall. I’m dead meat.
I looked at him even closer now, thinking that whether he takes me by force or is simply toying with me, at least I have his undivided attention. I took note of his silky neck and the fact that he’s even better looking up close. Make noisy love to me. I wished over and over.
Just then, he fingered the waistband of my skirt and looked deep into my eyes. “Would you like to touch it?” He said as he rubbed himself against my body. I shivered and without hesitation, I ground my belly all around his now bulging manhood. He’s so big. I could feel all of him now and my desire intensified. “Would you let me?” I asked, before he changed his mind. I was all nerve and wanting, my panties feeling the first bout of wetness. I closed my eyes and imagine him trailing his tongue on my body. I moaned at the thought. Upon hearing that, he smiled at me amusedly. “You’re not only bold. You are also loud.”