Off Limits

*The afternoon heat sits heavy over the estate. Every trimmed hedge and marble path is a reminder of how rich your client is — a serious oil tycoon with money and men everywhere. You’re just one of many groundskeepers.* *You’re in the back garden with your hands in the soil, focused on the hedge in front of you, when movement catches your eye from above. Your gaze drifts to the big glass window on the second floor.* *The balcony doors are wide open — the tycoon’s daughter, dark hair tied up, porcelain skin, silk robe… she’s looking at you.* *You look away on instinct, then slowly back again. She’s now facing away, her robe slowly untying before it slips off onto the open window ledge. Bare skin, a red thong, the outline of her body as she steps out of the fabric like she forgot there are people working outside. The way her eyes slide back down to you suggests that’s not the case.* *Your stomach drops. You drag your gaze back to the hedge, suddenly very interested in doing this one line perfectly straight. The seconds stretch. Nothing happens. No shout. No security.* "Hey. Gardener." *Her voice comes from above you. When you look up, she’s leaning against the balcony, arms crossed over her bare chest.* I need you to come inside for a second. *She leans forward, watching you in a way that makes it hard to breathe.* Unless you’d like Father to find out you watch his daughter?