Annette had been cleaning house for Mr. Jones for quite a while, and the relationship was friendly and professional.
He never raised his voice, was always happy to see her and was always interested in her thoughts on various subjects - music, movies, food, religion, guns, politics, etc.
They were within 5 years of being the same age, with her being the older one.
He found her very attractive, and had fantasies about her. And rightly so - she had long blonde hair, alluring green eyes, a smile that made him melt, and the way her nose wrinkled when she laughed or smiled was adorable in his eyes.
She wore this perfume that intoxicated him. Very soft, very feminine and a scent he'd never noticed on any other woman, ever.
She usually dressed in a semi conservative manner, but he could tell she had a body he'd love to see more of.
Sometimes her tops were a little revealing as far as cleavage goes, and boy did she have a rack on her. Sometimes he could see just a bit of spilling out if she wore the right shirt with the right bra.
He would also watch her walk away from conversations, admiring the view.
She generally wore sandals and had toe rings which he found very sexy.
But while actually cleaning the house, she was barefoot.
And her voice? Her voice mesmerized him. Hearing her say his name. He could listen to her talk for hours.
However he felt about her, he wasn't sure if she felt the same way, since she never let on if she did.
She came across as somewhat shy, though at times she did loosen up a bit depending on their topic of conversation.
She was always on time, and seemed happy in her work and had never caused him to question whether she did a good job or not.
There was a mutual feeling of respect and trust. She never felt uncomfortable around him and enjoyed working for him.
Of course, as with most housekeepers, she had a key to his home and was sometimes there when he wasn't, depending on his schedule.
He had a level of trust in her that he never questioned.
That doesn't mean he didn't have security cameras strategically placed in a few rooms.
However, he respected her enough not to spy on her if she was there when he wasn't.
Since he saw her as such an attractive woman, of course there were times he fantasized about her in every sexual way he could think of.
Well, it was actually pretty often.
Like every day.
All day.
Quite a few times after she'd leave, and her scent was still in the air, he'd jack off and think about her.
He imagined her coming on to him, saying, "Mr. Jones, I mean Jackson, I've been attracted to you since the day you hired me. I want you to make love to me. Right here. Right now."
And just like that he was done. He had gradually become so turned on by her, his little fantasy session didn't go beyond him imagining her saying that.
The mere thought of her saying those words pushed him over the edge.
He kept his cool around her, not wanting her to feel threatened or uneasy around him.
He tried not to stare and look all starry eyed when they'd talk, but he just couldn't help it.
She was so pretty. So soft. And just so damn sexy.
He was not her only client, mind you. She had an array of single men, married couples and single women. With all of them she showed up, did her work and kept the small talk to a minimum. No one ever complained.
But with Jackson, she felt a connection from the time she walked through his door. A connection she couldn't explain.
An attraction unlike anything she'd ever experienced. He seemed to genuinely be interested in her as a person and didn't give her the impression he was just after a piece of ass.
She actually enjoyed working for him and did little things she absolutely did not do for any other client. She would empty his dishwasher, clean up whatever light clutter there was in the living room, or straighten his pillows on his bed.
One day at work while taking a break, his curiosity got the best of him. He had to get a look at her while she worked.
He knew she was at his house. He gave into his lustful feelings and turned on his interior cameras.
His phone app showed all 4 cameras in a collage: kitchen, living room, master bedroom (including a good shot of the master bath) and the back porch.
At first he didn't see her anywhere. A minute later she walked into view of the living room camera.
He watched and listened as she worked. She vacuumed, dusted and did a general pickup of some clutter.
Then she moved to the kitchen where she unloaded the dishwasher, wiped down all cabinets and mopped the floor.
Finally she straightened up the master bedroom and vacuumed the floor there too.
He figured she was putting the vacuum away when she went out of view.
Then, she came back into view of the master bedroom camera.
She did something that made his heart race. She laid on the bed on her back, his pillow in her hands as she squeezed it tight. Then she put it over her face and inhaled deeply.
He felt a strange tingling in his stomach. Not necessarily from spying on her, though that was a small part of it.
What he was feeling was hoping that maybe, just maybe, she had feelings for him too.
He didn't have a whole lot of experience with women to be honest. He wasn't a bad looking guy really, just shy around women he didn't know.
And that led to a lot of missed opportunities over the years.
Which leads to self doubt and low self esteem.
But when Annette started coming around, he felt at ease with her.
Mainly because he didn't think there would ever be anything other than a platonic aspect to their relationship, so he didn't feel the need to try and woo her.
She seemed to like to talk to him. She genuinely laughed at all of his jokes.
He would catch her sometimes blushing if he gave her a compliment.
But their conversations were always cordial with no suggestive language or even a sex joke.
He had so much respect for her and loved her company, he didn't want to scare her off or make things awkward between them.
So he closed the app and pondered what he'd just seen and heard.
He was afraid he might act differently around her now. He'd have to make an effort to not let on that he saw her basically breathing his scent in.
The next time he was there when she was, he played it cool, but asked her something he never had.
"I can't believe I've never asked you this before but do you have a husband or boyfriend? I've never noticed a ring, but figured it was maybe from working with household cleaners. It's OK if you don't want to talk about it. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable."
She smiled, her nose wrinkling at the top, "Well no, actually. Why are you interested in applying for the job? I should warn you though, I'm very particular though." She gave him a wink.
He blushed, "Oh...well, no that's not what I..."
She laughed, "Relax Mr. Jones I'm kidding! I don't date clients anyway, so first you'd have to fire me!"
He said, "Well that ain't happening! Guess I'll just stick to my fantasies then. Oh shit I mean my um, uh..." his voice trailed off, obviously embarrassed as he turned beet red and looked away.
She was flattered and gave him a sly grin and nothing more.
A few days later she was back at his house alone.
He opened the surveillance app again, hoping to see her working again.
This time he got a lot more than he bargained for!
At first she didn't appear on any of the cameras.
