Kayla Moody drove up the lane, flanked on either side by majestic, oaks. The main house of the sprawling, plantation stood in front of her. An enduring, symbol of the antebellum South dating back to before the Civil War, she had inherited the plantation from her Grandmother who had recently passed away. The sprawling, estate had been in the family for generations once having belonged to her Great Grandmother.
The inheritance could not have come at a better time as she was in the process of working on her first novel. An erotic romance set in the Deep South. As she drove down the tree lined lane the fragrant, perfume of Jasmine and Honeysuckle wafted on the gentle breeze.
Stopping her black, Toyota Corolla in front of the slightly run down main house she couldn't believe she was finally here. It had been a long, drive down from New York. She swung the door open and stepped out of the car. Her slender, coltish legs leading upwards to a tall, willowy frame and a mane of hair the color of copper, she retrieved the duffle bag containing her clothes and her laptop and strolled leisurely up the steps to the porch. She wanted nothing more then to settle into a nice hot tub and sleep. She reached into her faded Calvin Klein jeans and fumbled with the keys to the door. The sun was beginning to set turning the sky into vivid hues of orange and red. She opened the elaborately, hand carved oak door of the house and retrieving her duffle bag stepped inside. It was as if she had stepped back in time. The grand interior was well preserved and almost all the furniture was as it would be in a home of that era. She shut the door behind her securely locking it. A force of habit from living in New York City for twenty five years, she padded softly, up the stairs with its hand carved banisters and down the long, elegantly appointed hallway with its oak, woodwork.
She opened the first door she came too and walked inside. The room was as elegant as the rest of the house. A massive, cherry wood four poster canopy bed occupied one wall. A matching vanity occupied the opposite wall. The dying rays of the summer sun filtering in through the sheer, lacey curtains. "This must have been her Great Grandmother's room." she thought to herself.
She threw her duffle bag on the floor. She would unpack later. Right now a hot bath and a good sleep was what she needed. She rummaged through her duffle bag and pulled out a long, nightshirt and cleans underwear and headed down the hallway in search of the bathroom. She found it across the hallway from her room and shut the door behind her not bothering to lock it since she was the only one in the house. As she reached for the faucet to fill the antique claw footed tub she was glad that the house had been upgraded to the twentieth century with running water. She laid her soap and other toiletries on the sink and poured some lavender scented bubble bath in the tub swirling it around with her hand.
She stepped into the warmth of the tub and lolled her head back against the porcelain letting the warmth of the water wash over her. Shutting off the water she basked in the luxurious bubbles. Her eye's drifting shut as she relaxed and drifted off to sleep.
Stepping from the claw footed tub she wrapped herself in a large terry clothe towel and dried herself vigorously before slipping the underwear on and her nightshirt down over her shimmering copper, curl's.
Leisurely she strolled back to her room. Before sliding between the sheets she ventured over to the French doors leading out to a balcony which overlooked the grounds of the grand plantation. The alluring fragrance of Jasmine and honeysuckle and lavender greeting her nostrils as she opened the doors and stepped out into the balmy night air, she turned away walking back into the bedroom and leaving the doors ajar to get a breeze blowing through the room slid beneath the sheets of the bed.
She awoke as the first, rays of the morning sun beckoned over the horizon. She felt refreshed and invigorated by her slumber. Throwing back the covers from the bed she slid her legs out. Her nightshirt, falling to about the middle of her thigh as she stood up, her coppery, mane rumpled by her sleep, She padded on bare feet to the bedroom door and ventured out into the hallway. She crossed the short distance to the bathroom and froze in her tracks as through the partially open bathroom door she noticed the tall, muscular form emerge from the bathtub. For a brief moment she couldn't say a word as she ogled the perfect, male specimen. Marveling at the rippling muscles of his arms; the broad shoulder's; smooth bronze expanse of streamlined muscle and sinew tapering down to a taut, flat abdomen
Of their own accord her eye's dared to drift lower and she let out a gasp as she briefly, studied the flaccid, length of his penis and the corded, sinews of his thighs. Her cheeks coloring with abashment as her gaze seemed to linger on the virile length between his muscular, thighs.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my house!" she exclaimed as she found her voice.
"You must be Kayla...I was told you would be coming sorry I didn't make my presence known yesterday but I was otherwise engaged." he apologized.
"And who might you be I'm kind of at a disadvantage here?" she queried?
"I'm Trevor Watson the caretaker here." he replied.
"It's quite alright...but would you mind." she gestured averting her eyes.
"Oh I'm sorry!" he said as he wrapped a terry cloth towel about his waist.
He squeezed by her and strode to his room down the hall from hers. "The bathroom is your's!" he said with a smile.
She walked into the bathroom and made certain to lock the door securely behind her. She emerged a short time later and padded to her room. From downstairs, the alluring, aroma of freshly, brewed coffee and frying bacon drifted upstairs and through the house. The enticing aroma making her mouth water as she hurriedly slipped into a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt and strolled leisurely down the stairs.
"Ah there you are!" he smiled. "I took the liberty of making breakfast,you know breakfast is the most important meal of the day."
"It smells absolutely delicious..." she smiled. "It's rare to meet a man who can cook."
"That's just one of my many talents." he chuckled as he sat a dish piled high with two, sunny side up eggs, bacon, a buttermilk biscuit and a pile of grits in front of her.
"I think I've died and gone to heaven." she smiled as she partook of the breakfast. "Everything is so delicious!"
"I'm glad for the delightful company." he beamed. "Ever since your Grandmother passed on this place has been kind of quiet and neglected I'm afraid."
"It's really not to bad...could use a woman's touch though." she said.
"Oh my I can't eat another bite!" she groaned. "it was so delicious I didn't realize how hungry I was."
"Was my pleasure." he replied.
