When Mr. Bell hired me on, he had given one rule; stay away from his daughter. Sure, he had said with a smile, but he was as serious as a heart attack. I couldn’t believe only a few minutes after meeting Jessica, I slept with her. The attraction I felt for her seemed almost unnatural. Primal. I couldn’t explain it.
Since our romp in the barn, I had gone out of my way to ensure I didn’t run into her again. Just the thought of seeing her red lips and toned, curvy body again sent me into a fit of lust that could be described as nothing other than animalistic.
The hard part about avoiding her was that I lived and worked on the property. Most of Mr. Bell’s other workers lived in town and had houses and families of their own. I didn’t have anything like that. I was a wanderer. Since I was eighteen, the Marine Corps told me where to go, when to be there, how to dress, and what to eat. To be fair, I only served six years, but the transition still hadn’t been easy. I was part of a special forces unit, and when our covert campaign came to a sudden end in Afghanistan, my entire squad was handed their discharge papers. Men like me weren’t supposed to walk away from the military. We were supposed to die on the battlefield.