The Stranger In My Bed

Share Your Body

I felt the warmth of his body as it pressed against mine. His fingers traced gently along my bare thigh. My mind was a mess. Fulfil his request? For my body?

My heart was racing, but I didn't know why. After all, I'd seen his body before, we'd done things like this before. Why was it so nerve-wracking to do it again?

I already knew the answer. It was because I had never done something like this with Jack. Different men in the same body. How different would my experience with Jack be from my time with Victor?

"Ms. Walton?" A voice called.

I let out an audible yelp as I jumped away from him. I whipped around, but no one was there.

"Ms. Walton?" The intercom crackled again.

I let out a giant sigh of relief. I took a deep breath and tried to slow my racing heart as I walked over.

"Yes, chef?" I asked.

"Lunch will be ready shortly," he responded.

"Thank you, we'll be down soon."

I turned back to Jack. He was staring at me. He tried to cover his mouth with his hand, but I could tell he was smiling.

"Is everything okay, sir?" I asked.

He burst out laughing. I crossed my arms. What was so funny exactly? He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.

"Sorry," he chuckled. "I just didn't expect you to scream like that. You were terrified."

"I was just startled," I mumbled.

"I didn't realize I was so captivating," he said, winking.

"Are you going to eat lunch or not?" I huffed.

He walked over and tugged at my crossed arms playfully. He leaned in and kissed me softly.

"Now, Anna, don't pout," he said, smiling. "I was just teasing."

I let him loosen my arms. He grabbed my hands and laced his fingers with mine. I couldn't help smiling a bit as he did.

"There, that's better," he said gently. "Now, let's go eat."

He kept hold of my hand as we walked downstairs. The air was different from when I walked with Victor. Walking hand in hand with Victor wasn't bad, but it felt forced in a way. More like a mother being dragged around by an excited child.

Holding hands with Jack felt more intimate. Like lovers should be. It was comfortable, easy, it felt natural walking with him this way. As we reached the dining room he still refused to let go. He led me to the table and held my chair out for me before finally releasing my hand. He sat next to me and began fixing plates.

"I can do that, sir," I said, taking the plates from him.

"Anna, I'm capable of getting my own food," he said smiling.

"And I'm not?" I teased.

He laughed. "Is this more of you 'caring for me,' Ms. Walton?"

"Maybe it is. Days like today I feel pretty useless as a caretaker," I sighed.

"Well, your job is to keep me happy," he said, grabbing my hand again. "I think you're doing an excellent job with that."

"Only if I keep you happy and healthy," I emphasized. "Arthur makes that hard enough, so eat. Maybe after we'll walk in the garden. Light exercise is good for the body, you know."

He rolled his eyes. "Now you sound like Thomas."

His eyes seemed to dim a bit as he said this. I squeezed his hand gently.