room was so bright with all the windows that she found herself there the most. There wasn’t a table, so she could get around with her wheelchair pretty easily in there, which helped. The kitchen was the only room that was complete. It even had a cook.
“Miss Oliver, would you like some lunch?” She looked up at the big man and nodded. “Very well. I have luncheon meat if you’d like, as well as a pot of soup for you. Beef barley and crusty bread if you’d rather have that.”
“May I have soup and a small sandwich?” He beamed at her and nodded. As he moved out of the dining room to the kitchen, Han looked out the window again.
There were trees everywhere. And flowers. They were fading, of course, but they still had enough color in them to give her a clue as to what might be there in the spring and summer. The last fall colors of the trees had her wishing she could paint, but she knew that even if she were very good, which she wasn’t, she’d never be able to do them justice. The colors were just too beautiful. When Mr. Jackson called her to lunch, she moved into the big kitchen with him.
“Miss, there will be two more women coming by today for you to see about. I know that you don’t like doing it , so perhaps it would help if I sat with you this time.” Han flushed when she thought of the first woman she’d been asked to interview for house maid. “I have some experience in this field.”
“She was…scary.” Mr. Jackson nodded and grinned. “I had no idea…I’ve only seen Mr. Lanning a couple of times, but she knew things that…wow. Where on earth did she learn this stuff?”
“I believe she made most of that up. And you did very well with her, I think. Mr. Lanning would be quite proud of you for your quick thinking.” Han doubted that. Maybe he’d want the other woman to work for him. She certainly made it clear as to what she wanted to do for him. “The agency that sent her along is most unhappy with the error. I don’t think we’ll get that sort of applicant again.”
Han had confessed to Mr. Jackson that she had no idea what a house maid was to do. He’d sat her down and told her what would be expected of the woman they hired and what she wasn’t to do. Giving the master of the house a morning blow job was not a part of her job description.
The interview had started out oddly . Even with her lack of experience, she knew that when dressing for a job interview, one didn’t wear clothes that looked to be painted on and enough make up that a shower would be needed to wash it all off. The woman had reminded Han of her mother, and she’d taken an instant dislike to her. The interview went from bad to worse until Han had called for Mr. Jackson.
“I’d very much like for you to help Miss Crawford out , please.” He looked at the woman with his eyes bugging out, then nodded at her. “She’s overstayed her welcome.”
“Where is the man of the house? I’m betting that while you’re all laid up, he’ll want a real woman in his bed. A morning woody to take care of with a quick blow job will be just the thing he’ll love.” Mr. Jackson rolled his sleeves up and moved toward the woman. “If you’d like, I could demonstrate on you how it would feel.”
Mr. Jackson had picked up the woman and literally shoved her out of the house. She was cursing the entire time. When he came back to her, Han could see he was embarrassed more than she was.
“That was…I have…what did you… ? Good Christ.” Han had burst out laughing. When he joined her a few seconds later, they sat in the living room for a long while before he looked at her. “I have been told that you were hurt pretty badly by your mother. You are healing nicely if you don’t mind me saying so.”
“Most of the swelling has gone down , and my back is getting better, too. I can sit for a while without feeling all stiff.” He nodded and sat up as she continued. “I’m not sure what I’m doing here. I know that I’m
“Miss Oliver, would you like some lunch?” She looked up at the big man and nodded. “Very well. I have luncheon meat if you’d like, as well as a pot of soup for you. Beef barley and crusty bread if you’d rather have that.”
“May I have soup and a small sandwich?” He beamed at her and nodded. As he moved out of the dining room to the kitchen, Han looked out the window again.
There were trees everywhere. And flowers. They were fading, of course, but they still had enough color in them to give her a clue as to what might be there in the spring and summer. The last fall colors of the trees had her wishing she could paint, but she knew that even if she were very good, which she wasn’t, she’d never be able to do them justice. The colors were just too beautiful. When Mr. Jackson called her to lunch, she moved into the big kitchen with him.
“Miss, there will be two more women coming by today for you to see about. I know that you don’t like doing it , so perhaps it would help if I sat with you this time.” Han flushed when she thought of the first woman she’d been asked to interview for house maid. “I have some experience in this field.”
“She was…scary.” Mr. Jackson nodded and grinned. “I had no idea…I’ve only seen Mr. Lanning a couple of times, but she knew things that…wow. Where on earth did she learn this stuff?”
“I believe she made most of that up. And you did very well with her, I think. Mr. Lanning would be quite proud of you for your quick thinking.” Han doubted that. Maybe he’d want the other woman to work for him. She certainly made it clear as to what she wanted to do for him. “The agency that sent her along is most unhappy with the error. I don’t think we’ll get that sort of applicant again.”
Han had confessed to Mr. Jackson that she had no idea what a house maid was to do. He’d sat her down and told her what would be expected of the woman they hired and what she wasn’t to do. Giving the master of the house a morning blow job was not a part of her job description.
The interview had started out oddly . Even with her lack of experience, she knew that when dressing for a job interview, one didn’t wear clothes that looked to be painted on and enough make up that a shower would be needed to wash it all off. The woman had reminded Han of her mother, and she’d taken an instant dislike to her. The interview went from bad to worse until Han had called for Mr. Jackson.
“I’d very much like for you to help Miss Crawford out , please.” He looked at the woman with his eyes bugging out, then nodded at her. “She’s overstayed her welcome.”
“Where is the man of the house? I’m betting that while you’re all laid up, he’ll want a real woman in his bed. A morning woody to take care of with a quick blow job will be just the thing he’ll love.” Mr. Jackson rolled his sleeves up and moved toward the woman. “If you’d like, I could demonstrate on you how it would feel.”
Mr. Jackson had picked up the woman and literally shoved her out of the house. She was cursing the entire time. When he came back to her, Han could see he was embarrassed more than she was.
“That was…I have…what did you… ? Good Christ.” Han had burst out laughing. When he joined her a few seconds later, they sat in the living room for a long while before he looked at her. “I have been told that you were hurt pretty badly by your mother. You are healing nicely if you don’t mind me saying so.”
“Most of the swelling has gone down , and my back is getting better, too. I can sit for a while without feeling all stiff.” He nodded and sat up as she continued. “I’m not sure what I’m doing here. I know that I’m
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