Hot House pt. 2
She put her face close to the bud. "I really hope it blooms."
"Orchid can be a bit sensitive," he said.
"Ridiculous. They get a bad rap. People say they're hard to grow, but they just need the right kind of touch." She glanced at him before returning to her task.
He blushed at the way she said "touch." He couldn't deny his growing attraction to the lively woman. She seemed so different than his ex-wife. While his ex-wife was usually dark, Beth represented life and energy. She had her serious side, but she was mostly upbeat. Her warm smile was a welcome change from the dour expression his ex-wife always gave him.
Alan concentrated on the row of plants in front of him. Even though he didn't pay her much, he was still her employer. Until she gave him a clear signal, he wouldn't make the first move.
"Damn!"
Alan jumped at the sound of her voice. It was the first time he ever heard her sound flustered. He found her kneeling on the ground with her hands covered the broken orchid. In her haste to save the falling plant, her boots pierced a new bag of top soil.
She looked close to tears. "I was trying to reach for the sprayer."
Alan grabbed a fresh pot as he joined her. "Don't worry. It'll be okay."
"It's ruined!"
He carefully cupped the roots and placed the orchid into the pot. "The bulb isn't broken. Help me scoop some soil in here."
Beth worked quickly as he held the plant in place. She patted the fresh soil into place, and her warm hands covered his. After a few seconds, her hands remained on top of his. Their eyes locked, and neither of them looked away.
He almost moved his hands, but he didn't. Instead he leaned forward to kiss her. He was surprised as she was. For most of his life, he had been the type to think before acting. He liked to analyze the potential consequences of any action. This time he let his emotions rule the day. As he closed his eyes, he wondered if Beth would respond by slapping him. Even if she did, he decided that it was worth it.
It started out as a gentle kiss, just the slight touching of lips. He tasted the cherry lip balm on her lips. Sucking her bottom lip into his mouth, he felt his body responding. He thought about all the longing looks and the weighted comments. When she didn't push him away, he knew that she felt the same way.
To Be Continued...
"Orchid can be a bit sensitive," he said.
"Ridiculous. They get a bad rap. People say they're hard to grow, but they just need the right kind of touch." She glanced at him before returning to her task.
He blushed at the way she said "touch." He couldn't deny his growing attraction to the lively woman. She seemed so different than his ex-wife. While his ex-wife was usually dark, Beth represented life and energy. She had her serious side, but she was mostly upbeat. Her warm smile was a welcome change from the dour expression his ex-wife always gave him.
Alan concentrated on the row of plants in front of him. Even though he didn't pay her much, he was still her employer. Until she gave him a clear signal, he wouldn't make the first move.
"Damn!"
Alan jumped at the sound of her voice. It was the first time he ever heard her sound flustered. He found her kneeling on the ground with her hands covered the broken orchid. In her haste to save the falling plant, her boots pierced a new bag of top soil.
She looked close to tears. "I was trying to reach for the sprayer."
Alan grabbed a fresh pot as he joined her. "Don't worry. It'll be okay."
"It's ruined!"
He carefully cupped the roots and placed the orchid into the pot. "The bulb isn't broken. Help me scoop some soil in here."
Beth worked quickly as he held the plant in place. She patted the fresh soil into place, and her warm hands covered his. After a few seconds, her hands remained on top of his. Their eyes locked, and neither of them looked away.
He almost moved his hands, but he didn't. Instead he leaned forward to kiss her. He was surprised as she was. For most of his life, he had been the type to think before acting. He liked to analyze the potential consequences of any action. This time he let his emotions rule the day. As he closed his eyes, he wondered if Beth would respond by slapping him. Even if she did, he decided that it was worth it.
It started out as a gentle kiss, just the slight touching of lips. He tasted the cherry lip balm on her lips. Sucking her bottom lip into his mouth, he felt his body responding. He thought about all the longing looks and the weighted comments. When she didn't push him away, he knew that she felt the same way.
To Be Continued...
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