Author's note: This one is for Lucullus. I know it took a while for me to do the story, but I hope you like it.
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I had done an apprenticeship in horticulture and once I had finished I joined up with a company to try and earn money until I had enough cash to set up my own private company. While I worked at the agency they sent me off to different clients to preserve their gardens around the suburbs in London. I would work on a clients garden for a week or two before I'd go onto the next client. Once I had enough cash saved up I decided to go over to France. The currency rate from pound to euro was brilliant and nearly doubled my money, so it would be cheaper for me to set up there. One of the main things was that the French had better gardens so it would be more of a challenge.
I had started work around the city of love, Paris. I had been there for nearly a year, the first six months was spent the same way as my time in London. On the fifth month there I got a call that changed everything. It was a phone call from a Ms. Marceau. I didn't think anything of it, I went to the address as normal, she told me over the phone that she got my number of a friend and I came highly recommended. Once I got there my jaw dropped open when I saw that Ms. Marceau was in fact Sophie Marceau.
She did the entire interview in about 5 minutes in a red silk robe and hired me on the spot, I had spent most of the time staring at her legs, she sat with her legs crossed. She had nice, big, toned calves that looked beautiful and she had gorgeous feet, with long slender toes.. She offered me a bedroom at her place, which was huge house, that even after 6 months, I still sometimes find myself getting lost in there. I found it strange that she wanted her gardener living at her house, but I found out why instantly. I was more of a helper around the house. When I wasn't taking care of the garden, I was doing odd jobs around the house.
I wasn't the only one there though. She had a live in chef, Marcel and a butler, Jean. She was going to hire a nanny but her son took a liking to me. Whenever he didn't have school he would spend his time following me around. He spoke fluent French and his English wasn't too bad, although at times I did find him mixing the two languages together. Sophie Marceau was happy with that, mainly because she didn't have to hire a nanny but because the kid was a bit of a brat. He didn't like any of the help and made their lives difficult but was a nice kid around me.
Her son, Vincent had taken a shine to me and always followed me around. So she'd come out to see what we were talking about and usually we'd end up talking for hours about nothing and everything. She always took a keen interest in anything you'd say to her. I tried to get her to talk more about herself, as I tend to end up staring at her and I start to trail off with whatever I'm talking about. She had actually noticed that and thought it was a cute little thing that I did.
Over the six months we built up a good relationship and her partner Jim Lemley, who she met on a film set, would hang out with me, we'd have a couple of beers. He was a movie producer so he would be constantly going to meetings and flying out of the country. If he cancelled on Sophie Marceau he would tell her to spend the evening with me, whether it was going out to dinner or the opera, which I have to say I hated but I went any way. I would spend the time staring at Sophie's beautiful face. I found myself wanting Jim to cancel on Sophie so I could spend the evenings with her and I was starting to get the feeling that I was falling for her, but I knew nothing would happen as she was in a serious relationship, with a baby already involved and I think she saw me as a friend more than anything.
I was out in the garden, Vince was following me around as usual, talking about a girl he really hated at school, obvious that she was his first crush, when my cell phone rang. I looked at who was calling and it was Jim. Wonder what he wanted.
"Hello." I answered.
"Kash! How's it going?"
"Good."
"Good, good..." He paused.
"Is there anything you wanted?"
"It's just that... Sophie was talking about how today marks exactly 6 months that you've been working for us and she wanted to.. well you know... go out and celebrate. You know the three of us. Except for..."
"You can't make it." I was kind of happy, but slightly annoyed for Sophie.
"Yeah. I'm sorry but I have a meeting in L.A with Johnny Depp for my new project 'The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.'"
"You know it breaks Sophie's heart every time you cancel on her."
"I know. But she knew that was going to happen when she insisted that we live in Paris, I've always wanted to stay in L.A." Sophie had chosen to live in Paris as that's where all her family and friends were. "Any way that's my call for boarding. I'll see you in a couple of days and make sure you show my girl a good time tonight."
"Will do." I hanged up the phone. I could hear Sophie's voice. I looked in through the kitchen glass doors to see her pacing back and fourth she was talking in French so I didn't understand a word, but she sounded like she was annoyed, probably telling her mother that Jim had cancelled on her again. She was wearing a white dress, which was quite short and fell a few inches short of her knees. She stood with her back to me, leaning over a counter, giving me a good view of her tight, round ass and her gorgeous, toned legs. Her weight was on one foot and she was rubbing her calf with the back of her other foot. Her feet were really sexy, there wasn't a single part of her body that I had seen that wasn't perfect. I started to feel a stirring in my pants as I stared at the sole of her foot. It was a slighter darker shade, dirt probably from walking barefoot, but it was just a darker pinky/peachy shade. It didn't look dirty, if anything it kind of turned me on even more.
She hung up the phone and turned around to see me. I noticed she was looking at me, but my attention were still on her feet. She looked down to see what I was staring at. She moved her foot up and down her calf and my eyes followed. Sophie realised what I was looking at and giggled, breaking my concentration. She waved at me and headed towards me.
"Hi." She said in her strong French accent. "Do you know what day it is?" I knew she was going to say it was the six month anniversary of me working there, due to Jim telling me on the phone.