Three

Andreas’s POV

I knew who she was all right.

With the same big doe eyes, she looked a bit roughened up; a bit of dirt on her face didn’t take away the prettiness. She was a looker, even more now with her big brown eyes looking all shiny and the stubborn chin.

Little Kennedy wanted an audience and could guess very well the reason but as always, I liked to play with my food and she looked as yummy as ever. Too bad she wasn’t ready to pluck. Never had the chance to have her this close and can’t say that I’m disappointed. A little bit small framed but plain she was not. The hair and eyes did it for me, add the pink lips and cheeks and yes, she was my type, she was any man's type.

There were curves and I’d say braveness.

Women came on to me all the time but never would have dreamed that she would dare. I know she’s scared of me or I somehow spook her. Looking away whenever I catch her staring, her whole demeanor changed whenever I was close by, not like it had been that many times that we had been in the same space but Rebecca Kennedy was exactly what the doctor ordered.

Rebecca POV

Yes, whatever made you think that for some reason Andreas Mackinnon would be interested in someone like you? Being a semi-attractive female won’t work. He was used to another kind of woman, more knowledgable between the bed sheets and outside of it.

“I’ve seen you. Wat-watching m-me.” I can’t help the nervous tone in my voice. I can’t help but feel stupid as the words come out of my mouth once again. I already dug this hole, might as well fight until he turns me away. “I feel your eyes on me whenever you’re in town.”

“Well is not every day you see a virgin at your age.”

Why was he referring to it like it was a crime? What? Is not like I wanted to remain one until the age of 23. Men don’t look for the messed-up goods, like girls like my friend Lacey or any of the girls my age that are married and are already having kids or dating or having fun on the weekends while I’m all curled up on my bed reading a book about a story I wished it would happen to me but never will because no one will date me.

Is it a bit disappointing that his interest was only because of my current sexual status?

“If you want to fuck, you just have to say it. There's no need to use your land, well my land now, as an excuse. I’d be happy to do you the favor and maybe make it worthwhile.”

I want to punch him. Straight in the face. I’m sure it will hurt me more than it will hurt him. He’s a jerk and there is no need to be crude about it. A simple no is enough and I get on my way back home.

“What? Was it sex what you were looking for?”

I can’t stand him any longer. I turn around and start walking away, I try to hide my limp. “ Right. Thank you for listening. Good night.”

I guess that means we are going to have to move, soon. I have that job at the local library, which is what everyone expects of me; to grow old and wrinkled like the pages of the book I guard every day against 8 to 5.

“Wait. I haven’t dismissed you.” He quickly catches up with me and stops.

“I dismissed myself.” I try to shake off his hold on my shoulder.

“I have no idea but I kinda like what you were offering.”

“The offer is off the table, Mr. McKinnon. I really appreciate the time but is late and I have a long way to go. Please let go of me.”

“I’d like the offer to be put back on the table.”

I’m in complete shock but I can’t show him that he has that effect on me.

“What? Why?”

“Let’s just say you’re not as bad looking as I thought and there’s something about you, that makes me think we can have a good time.”

“I’m sorry but I think you might have misunderstood the whole thing.” I shrug his hand off me.

“What do you mean?” Was he thinking that I had any intention of sleeping with him just because?

“I never intended to just sleep with you. I was talking about marriage.” That’s when he starts laughing. Right in my face, he laughs so hard he uses my body to keep himself straight while I watch in disbelief as his hardened looks turn soft and beautiful. The rich laugh draws attention to some men, who turn to watch as his boss doubles forward holding his stomach, and lets out his manly chuckles. This is when I take the chance to take an up-close look.

His hair is longer than normal, and his arms and the exposed skin of his chest look tanned, most likely because of his exposure to the sun while working outside. That part was admirable, he had tons of money and men to do his bidding and still, he worked right beside them and it showed, that he was not buffed like a gym rat but his muscles, back, shoulders, it all looked right.

He looks just right.

When the laughter finally dies I shake my head to stop myself from admiring him.

“Marriage?” Now that I’m free of his hold I move away but he once again stops me from getting away. “Now that’s a good joke. See, marriage is not on my plans. No offense but you are not even my type but there might be an arrangement.” The suggestive tone and his closeness were enough to make me want to run away.

“Would you please let go of me?” I try to get out of his grip, and by try, I mean I claw his hand but not a single reaction is shown.

“Hold on. Let’s talk about it.” I’m finally freed, but the ghost of his hand lingers on my skin. Rubbing out the area he touched doesn’t make it any better.

“There is nothing to talk about.”

“Here is my proposition for you,” he’s serious now. “We fuck. For as long as I want and maybe, maybe you can get your land back,” I can’t believe he’s saying this to me. I already said I was done with the stupid proposition and now he’s the one trying to have it done.

“I already said it was off the table.” This was one of the many times I wished I was able to say what I think. “Step aside, I want to leave.”

“Think about it little Kennedy. I get you and have a chance you get your land.” I can’t believe I am even contemplating it. The whole thing got out of hand and now he just turns it around to his convenience. “You stop being a little virgin, you get some fun and maybe learn one or two things. Think about it, one week. I'll give you one week. You come back here and tell me if you want to save your daddy’s land.”