50 Shades of Family

Teddy

Teddy's POV

I haven't been working long but wherever I can get money I'll take it, whether it means dealing with rabbits (my biggest fear) or getting my hands covered in dirt. I refuse to work at any building with the name Grey in or on it. I have settled working in an elderly mans back yard to help him build a shop. Today I have been laying the concrete for the frame work. It is a hot day, unusually so, so I have resorted to a white tank and some old ripped jeans.

I got off my hands and knees wiping my dirty hands over the damp white shirt that fit snug on my torso.

"Dad!" a woman's voice sounds from the inside. I looked at the back door of the house but it was dark so I can't see anyone. I know the old man is asleep since I have to play nurse, and as far as I know the man doesn't have any children. "Dad?" the voice asks again.

"Can I help you?" I call out when I see a tall shadow pass the doorway. The clank of heels ceases, stopping abruptly. I stare at the figure trying to make out a face, I can see the figure of a lean body but nothing more. The first thing I see is a light pink heel followed by a young woman with red hair pulled back into a pony tail. She has a short black dress that reaches her knees, showing off every curve and crevice of her body.

"Who are you?" She asks setting her bag down on the patio table. She takes a few more steps closer but doesn't step of the deck.

"I'm Ted. I'm helping your...father build his shop." I pointed towards the drying concrete. The woman nods her head and crosses her arms. She doesn't appear interested in the drying concrete in the yard of her old father, her eyes more trained on me.

"I'm Genevieve. Do you want some lemonade?" She offers. Looking up at the scorching sun then back to Genevieve, I nod my head. She hods up one finger then disappears back inside the house.

I turn to my work and sigh. Sometimes I hate this job, and sometimes I love it. This is one of those awkward days. This woman I don't know and have never heard of shows up, granted she is very attractive. I am just shy I guess. Usually, anyway. I lift the hem of my shirt up to wipe away the sweat on my forehead, and when I look up again there is Genevieve admiring my toned body.

I quickly drop my shirt and gulp down the words I want to say. "Don't be shy now." Genevieve makes her way down the steps slowly but surely, with a sly smile. She holds the perspiring glass out to Teddy.

"Thank you, ma'am." I reached for the glass but just as my fingers skim the cold glass, she pulls it away shaking her head.

"I think you can wait just a few more minutes right?" She turns to set the glass down on the last step and then takes a step closer to me. "You said your name was Ted, is that short for something?"

"Theodore. Teddy." I answer. Genevieve forms a look on her face as if she is thinking about something.

"How old are you?" Her silk like voice asks while her hands reach out and her fingertips leave a cool trail down both of his arms.

"Seventeen." I state. I watch as the snake slithers around me keeping her finger tips on my hot skin. I try not to shutter at the inappropriate thoughts clouding my mind, but I can't help but start mentally undressing this woman.

"There is no way a boy like you is only seventeen." She giggles, almost sounding like a school girl. She stands behind me and puts her hands on my shoulders rubbing them for a bit, teasing my sore muscles.

"You know, I like you Teddy." She circles back to the front. "I really like you. Tall, fit, respectful." Genevieve pulls me closer by the hair on the back of my neck. "You could almost look like a little boy." She cups my face running her nails over his cheeks.