I had to laugh at this. The sun had fallen and the stars were now out – along with a tribe of mosquitos and Helen’s true colors: a city girl stuck in the hills.
“Not the most ideal location to purchase a home then, huh?” This was my opportunity to swoop in. I poured us each another glass, readying myself for the kill.
“I’m not sure I’m staying long anyway,” she said, almost swatting the idea of living here away like it were a mosquito itself. Maybe I’d be offended if I didn’t benefit greatly from her moving back to the city as soon as possible.
“Oh? Are you selling?”
“Um, something like that. There’s a few things I need to take care of first. Things to settle up for Dudley and what not.” Her face turned bright red again. She blushed often, a characteristic she probably inherited with her red hair and freckles. I didn’t altogether mind it, finding the red hues quite captivating.
“Do you have a buyer in mind?” I grew bolder.
“No,” she responded, sipping her wine. “Why? Are you interested?”
“Actually, yes.” I watched as her eyes widened and her mouth fell open just slightly, her lip gloss shimmering under the moonlight.
“Really? And why is that?”
“Well, as you’ve probably noticed, Dudley’s property is right in the middle of my acreage. I’d love to use the land for more harvests. I have so many seeds ready to be planted with no space to plant them.” I hesitated to bring up the apple tree in her backyard, not wanting her to realize its potential out of fear she might change her mind about selling.
“I see. That was something I meant to ask you about actually. Why are the property lines so strange?”
“I’m not entirely sure. They were already set when I inherited the business from my father and he grew very tight lipped whenever I mentioned Dudley. I think they must have had some differences as neighbors, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they pertained to the property lines. My father bought up all of the surrounding properties to have enough acreage for his expanding business, and Dudley’s seems to be all that’s left. Maybe he wouldn’t sell.”
I watched Helen’s face ponder this. She seemed to be racking her brain about something. I had just thrown a lot of new information into what was already a very foreign experience to a city-girl like her. She was probably just processing it all.
“Anyway, I’d love to take the home off your hands. Whenever you’re ready to sell, of course. My lawyer can draw up an offer worth your while. I’m sure you’re itching to get back to the city anyway.”
I twirled my fourth glass of wine as I spoke, feeling the alcohol reach my head a bit. My words were growing bolder and less cautious as the wine bottle grew emptier, but I liked pushing Helen. Her reactions were extremely entertaining. I liked watching her breath quicken and her fingers twitch. It was adorable.
“You think I’m not cut out for the outdoors?” I could hear a slight slur in Helen’s words. The alcohol must have hit her as well.
“Considering your attire these past two days and the way you just swatted those mosquitos away like they were bullets coming to kill you, I’d say that’s a pretty fair assumption”
“You think I’m soft, don’t you?” Helen laughed as if she had no idea the aura she gave off, as if thinking she didn’t fit in here was a major mischaracterization on my part. “Well, you’ve got a lot to learn about me, Brenton.”
“Woah, woah. I never said soft,” I watched as her lips twitched. I loved how worked up I could make her. “More like…delicate.”
“Hm.” She smiled at her lap, a mischievous grin I couldn’t quite comprehend. “You know what I want, Mr. McLean?” she asked me, pulling me back into a staring contest with those flirtatious lips. She licked her lower lip, knowing she had me hooked.
“I want to release some tension.” Helen stood up and moved towards the pool. “And I want to show you that I’m a whole lot stronger than I look.”
I watched in utter disbelief as Helen turned to face me and pushed the strap of her sundress off her shoulder. Her eyes were on mine, watching my gaze hover over her porcelain skin and dotted freckles. Then she removed the other strap, so she could slide entirely out of the dress.
She stood before me in just her fiery undergarments. I traced her curves with prying eyes, completely at her mercy in this moment. Her thong was red and lacey. Her bra matched. As I took in the outline of her firm nipples in the cold night breeze, my body's reaction to my own rising excitement gave me away. She looked below my waistline and grinned in triumph at the hard bulge that had formed. Helen gave me a final wink before turning from me, revealing a plump backside that complimented her curves perfectly. Then, she jumped into the pool.