S L A T E R | #1 Getting Wylde (18+)

3.

Kisa was quick to follow Slater, it wasn't that she was uncomfortable in his home, it was that she felt too comfortable. She pushed through his home's front door and crossed a small patio that connected to a massive garage. Stepping under the aluminium roller, she entered a messy kitchen slash living space. Rolling her eyes, she continued through two large swinging doors, instantly the smell of grease hit her and her eyes promptly narrowed to find Slater.

He was hunched under a hood, his brawny arm flexed in the most sensual manners as he fiddled around. She waited for him to acknowledge her and he did so almost instantly. For a second she debated her chances in demanding he continues to work on the Toyota. Clearing her throat, Kisa formed a sentence, "I'd like to work for you."

He'd be lying if he said those words didn't wreak havoc on his body, she wasn't even aware of the innuendo, in fact, she seemed oblivious to her effect on his body. "You do now..." He wiped his hands on a nearby rag before he approached her.

She nodded. "Yes. Surely you need some work done." Her eyes flickered to the sad excuse of a filing system covering the front desk.

Walking around her, Slater scanned her body. "No. You're injured." He wanted to end the conversation there, but she continued.

Spinning on her heels, she faced him head on. "I'm capable!"

Clenching his jaw, Slater frowned. Of course, he didn't want her working in his garage, it's only a matter of time before the other men that worked there found out about her, he'd like to extend that time. "No." His voice was firm.

But she persisted, "please. I can't stay under your roof for free," she knew exactly how to play him.

He raised an eyebrow, tempted to tell her she could work for him in bed. She continued to beg, her scent invading his system and slowly convincing him of all the benefits he could gain from her. "Fine." The admission was curt. "But, not today. Today you rest." He liked to believe he was still the one in control.

"Okay." She nodded with a smile. He pointedly looked at the swinging door, "I'm going, I'm going." She laughed.

Grabbing onto the closest surface, Slater groaned. She fucked with his head and cock like no other woman had. A bitter taste erupted in his mouth at the thought of his workers lusting after her. He'd plotted ways to keep her hidden as he worked his way through a Hyundai.

Kisa entered the home once more and scanned her surroundings. The place needed a spring clean, even if it was only summer. She figured if he allowed her to work in his store than he'd be just as accommodating in his home. First, she familiarised herself with the place, locating a range of untouched cleaning products. Then she got to work.

She began with the ample amounts of dirty laundry, picking them up and throwing them into a faded basket. While exploring the home, she'd found a storage room situated next to the back door, in there she was glad to see a washing machine. After starting the cycle in the machine, she returned to the front room. Where she worked on washing the piles of dirty dishes that Slater would normally accumulate and then rinse.

It took a solid hour to wipe, wash and clean his kitchen. She felt proud once she stepped back and saw the wooden benchtops clear and shiny. By this time, the washing cycle was complete. She took out the washed clothes and refilled it with another pile of the dirty ones. Taking the fresh clothes out into the backyard, she blinked up at the clothes line.

The clothes from her bag dried on a section of the line. She pegged up his clothes, before pulling hers off and taking them inside as they were dry now. Glancing at the front door, Kisa quickly stripped and pulled on a pair of her own underwear and shorts. Placing his clothes on top of the third pile of laundry that needed doings.