***Mr. Howe appears in my Lyla series. This is part of a planned series of spin offs featuring characters from the "In'DaMan'd" Universe.***
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Robert unbuttoned the top few buttons on his shirt and loosened his tie in the back seat of the taxi. His meeting with Ruby had knocked him for six, even after all these years she still had the strongest effect on him. He never in his wildest dreams thought that she would invite him to join a sex club let alone tell him that in order to be initiated into this club he had to prove he still had some sexual prowess by fucking her. He couldn't help but think that this was all happening because he had hooked up with Lyla in his green house months ago. He was a red blooded man and missed sex but as he approached his seventy first birthday he had resigned himself to putting that part of his life to rest.
All he wanted now was to have a big glass of brandy, shower and go to bed. He had tried to ring Carlos to let him know that he was coming home but the phone just rang out. The traffic had cleared so the journey home took a lot less time. He paid the taxi driver walked a few meters to the front door, he liked to go through the scent of his many flowers that dotted the path to the door. He sat on the ornate bench that was near his koi pond, the air finally starting to cool a bit. He spotted a bike resting against the front sheds door. It took him a moment to remember that it was the new gardeners preferred mode of transport. Vivica had just started that week. His face burned as he cast his mind back to the first time the young gardener came to the house for the interview.
He had slammed down the phone in a fit of anger, Clarke had been naive to think that Gunnar and Alexi would just accept the fact that Lyla was Clarke's wife without repercussion, Clarke had called him in a state telling him that the two investors had forced him and Lyla to fuck under duress, Mr. Howe thought that Clarke was being a bitch, any man would give his right hand to fuck a girl like Lyla, even if he were married or not. He was sure that Clarke had often fantasized about throwing his cock into her but he was too much of an introvert to actually do anything about it. When he was coming up in the world of business, men did whatever it took to get ahead and he was sure that their wives turned a blind eye to whatever under the table dealings their husbands under took as long as they were kept in their fancy houses, had their nice jewelry and that their kids got the best education, they themselves played the field as much as any man. He constantly missed the old days but unlike Clarke, Mr. Howe was adaptable, that is what made him the leader in his field for such a long time. He appreciated good pussy but never let it get in the way of a decision, until recently that is.
Vivica made quiet the first impression, she had dark olive skin and brown hair tied tight in a plat that ran down her back, she looked earthy and as she answered his questions, her passion for flowers and all things nature shone through. He had interviewed a few more for the head gardener position but knew the second she walked in the door and spoke with her cute accent that she was the woman for the job. She would be living in the guest house along with Carlos, he had not asked his assistant if it would be ok but decided that it was his house so he would just have to suck it up.
Mr. Howe found her extremely easy to talk to, his interest in gardening had been rekindled at the start of his retirement, he found it very relaxing being with plants and nature after the dog eat dog corporate world. She had insisted on starting right away, he admired her enthusiasm as she quickly dropped her suit case in the guest house and changed into her work clothes which consisted of a white singlet and green short shorts. She looked amazing and fresh and it took all his strength not to keep staring out the window as she worked.
He went back to revising an idea he and Clarke had discussed the day before when he heard a scream from the back yard and the sound of glass breaking. He walked as quickly as his aging bones would allow to see what the commotion was about. He found Vivica soaking wet beside one of the glass houses.
"What the hell happened?" He asked as he approached her.
"I am so sorry Mr. Howe I was trying to turn on the hose when it exploded and smashed a window, you can take it out of my wages ." She replied meekly looking embarrassed.
"Are you hurt? The hose back shoots sometimes, I am sorry, I didn't expect you to start right away so I have not had the chance for Carlos to inspect all the equipment. Why don't you get out of those wet clothes and then meet me in my office again and we can go through what I need done this week."
"Thank you Mr. Howe I am sorry about this."
"Don't worry about it, as long as you're not injured that's the important thing."
He had to turn quickly, seeing her there all wet had caused a stir in his loins. The water had made her singlet see through and her dark brown nipples were clearly visible as they stood erect and poked against the material. He shuffled along, awkwardly, he couldn't resist starring at her as she walked away, her ass filled out her shorts as if the material was made of paint. He passed Carlos on his way back to his office.
"Vivica broke a window in the close greenhouse can you make sure its replaced."
"Yes sir." Came the obedient response.
"Also can you inspect the hose and the fitting we may need to replace."
Carlos just nodded and walked out into the garden.
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Vivica arrived fifteen minutes later, she gave a light tap to the door before entering. His face scrunched up when she stepped into his office.
"I am sorry it's all I could find, that was my only set of clean clothes. I came straight here from the hostel and I am behind on my laundry. I am not having a great first day am I?" She laughed shyly, she was dressed in baggy, dark green overalls.
"It's fine, if you want I can send Carlos down to the laundrette."
"Thank you for the offer but I will wash everything tonight and be ready for the morning. I seen the house has a line so they will be dry in the morning."
"If you are sure." He said as she sat down on the chair in front of the desk. He had written out a rough timetable of the week and went over it with her. Carlos came in half way through with coffee and cakes. Mr. Howe noticed how they smiled at each other and made a mental note to keep his eye on them, he didn't want complications with the staff fucking each other.
"I see you don't seem to have any issues with having a housemate." He said dryly as Carlos left.