Kisa was quick to follow Slater, it wasn't that she was uncomfortable in his home, it was that she felt too comfortable. She pushed through his home's front door and crossed a small patio that connected to a massive garage. Stepping under the aluminium roller, she entered a messy kitchen slash living space. Rolling her eyes, she continued through two large swinging doors, instantly the smell of grease hit her and her eyes promptly narrowed to find Slater.

He was hunched under a hood, his brawny arm flexed in the most sensual manners as he fiddled around. She waited for him to acknowledge her and he did so almost instantly. For a second she debated her chances in demanding he continues to work on the Toyota. Clearing her throat, Kisa formed a sentence, "I'd like to work for you."

He'd be lying if he said those words didn't wreak havoc on his body, she wasn't even aware of the innuendo, in fact, she seemed oblivious to her effect on his body. "You do now..." He wiped his hands on a nearby rag before he approached her.

She nodded. "Yes. Surely you need some work done." Her eyes flickered to the sad excuse of a filing system covering the front desk.

Walking around her, Slater scanned her body. "No. You're injured." He wanted to end the conversation there, but she continued.

Spinning on her heels, she faced him head on. "I'm capable!"

Clenching his jaw, Slater frowned. Of course, he didn't want her working in his garage, it's only a matter of time before the other men that worked there found out about her, he'd like to extend that time. "No." His voice was firm.

But she persisted, "please. I can't stay under your roof for free," she knew exactly how to play him.

He raised an eyebrow, tempted to tell her she could work for him in bed. She continued to beg, her scent invading his system and slowly convincing him of all the benefits he could gain from her. "Fine." The admission was curt. "But, not today. Today you rest." He liked to believe he was still the one in control.

"Okay." She nodded with a smile. He pointedly looked at the swinging door, "I'm going, I'm going." She laughed.

Grabbing onto the closest surface, Slater groaned. She fucked with his head and cock like no other woman had. A bitter taste erupted in his mouth at the thought of his workers lusting after her. He'd plotted ways to keep her hidden as he worked his way through a Hyundai.

Kisa entered the home once more and scanned her surroundings. The place needed a spring clean, even if it was only summer. She figured if he allowed her to work in his store than he'd be just as accommodating in his home. First, she familiarised herself with the place, locating a range of untouched cleaning products. Then she got to work.

She began with the ample amounts of dirty laundry, picking them up and throwing them into a faded basket. While exploring the home, she'd found a storage room situated next to the back door, in there she was glad to see a washing machine. After starting the cycle in the machine, she returned to the front room. Where she worked on washing the piles of dirty dishes that Slater would normally accumulate and then rinse.

It took a solid hour to wipe, wash and clean his kitchen. She felt proud once she stepped back and saw the wooden benchtops clear and shiny. By this time, the washing cycle was complete. She took out the washed clothes and refilled it with another pile of the dirty ones. Taking the fresh clothes out into the backyard, she blinked up at the clothes line.

The clothes from her bag dried on a section of the line. She pegged up his clothes, before pulling hers off and taking them inside as they were dry now. Glancing at the front door, Kisa quickly stripped and pulled on a pair of her own underwear and shorts. Placing his clothes on top of the third pile of laundry that needed doings.

Feeling a lot more at ease, she turned and worked on the living space, using a vacuum cleaner- that was found also in the storage room- to give the place a thorough dusting. She wondered how a man could live in such chaos. Finally, she approached the section that doubled as his bedroom. Pulling at the bedsheets, she discarded them in the laundry. Her small hands worked through the cupboards to find another set, it took several minutes before one appeared.

Half an hour passed before she completed her task. Stepping back, she grinned, she'd opened the windows and natural light cast a warm approach across the space. She'd dusted and wiped every surface she could. The four piles of laundry had been done, three of which were now folded and neatly stored in his dressers. She'd also found a large piece of translucent linen which she'd niftily attached to the ceiling, barricading the room from the living area.

It turned out his home was much larger than she'd first assumed, he'd simply had everything clumped and closed off. Pulling the makeshift partition closed, Kisa moved to the kitchen.

It's been a few hours since he'd last seen her, and Slater was starved. He nodded at Clint, Nolan and Gunner, the only mates he had and his employees. The grinned, dropping their tools and shuffling into the backroom after him. He was glad that she hadn't returned but a part of him worried if she was alright. He allowed the men to pig through the large fridge in the room while he slipped out across the patio and into his home.

Pushing through the front door, Slater's eyes widened. He hadn't expected the light that greeted him, nor the clean kitchen and living room, his focused on the material guarding off his bed and walked to it. Reaching out, he pulled it back and released a breath. Living the translucent curtain open, Slater turned. He wondered how long it'd been since he'd seen the simple black rug on the ground or empty benchtops.

Then he smelt it, the most delicious scent wafted up his nose. Following it out back, he leaned against the frame of his backdoor.

Fucking hell have mercy!

There she stood, she'd tied his shirt to her waist and swapped his boxers for a pair of shorts, a slither of her toned back peeped through the space in-between. Her long hair was bundled on the top of her head, he could see a light glaze of perspiration along her slender neck. She was bent slightly and he only then realised what she was doing.

Kisa grilled strips of beef on the barbeque. She pondered how much a man like Slater would eat, she then remembered how big the brute was and decided on making double her original guess. The sun rained down on her and she was glad she'd decided to tie her hair up. She had moved the barbeque into the middle of the yard, locating wooden planks she crafted together a joining benchtop. Shifting to the adjoining bar, she began cutting vegetables for her salad.

Then she felt it, felt his gaze on her. Her spine tickled as it tensed. Would he be angry at her for moving his things around? Continuing to play dumb, Kisa ignored his presence. She heard him walk down the three steps and off the deck, his shadow shortly fell over her. "Smells good," he hummed.

"You hungry?" She released a sigh, though as his body heat pressed against her back she was once again left breathless.

Before he could answer, loud voices erupted. "Fuck Slater, what's cooking!?" Clint's loud voice came before the sound of the back door slamming.

Then came Nolan, "the bastard finally hired a maid!"

Slater ground his teeth together, glad that she was well and truly hidden behind his body. "Fuck off, Clint." He grunted back, not turning to face the younger man.

He heard another slam of the door and dropped his head, "don't be a dick, dude." Nolan made his way down to the grill. Behind him, Clint and Gunner followed. Gunner was the more silent of the two when Slater first met the man; he wondered if the guy could speak at all. It wasn't an issue, either way, all he needed was for the man to work and share a beer every now and then.

Unaware of Slater's inner frustration, Kisa moved past him and back to the meat, she didn't want it burning on her.

All three men stopped and silently watched the small, curvaceous woman grill. Now they knew why their boss was being such a fucking sour puss. "You bloody selfish cock blocker!" Nolan mumbled out. The other men seconded the remark. Their boss was holding out on them.

Slater turned, "okay, you've seen the show now piss off." The boys frowned at him.

He folded his arms arrogantly, that was until Kisa decided to speak up, "there is lots." She turned around with a bright grin and held out a large tray of marinated meat.

He stood and cursed as three, grown ass, hard working men fell under his little vixen's spell. They slowly approached her, mindful of his glare but completely entranced. It was like they'd never seen a pair of tits before. Gunner moved past the men, he seemed more in control of his cock and reached for the tray. He then flopped down on one of the seats- she'd made a semi-circle using three chairs and a bench- around a makeshift table.

The other two men followed Gunner. Slater glared down at Kisa, she shrugged while turning to add more meat. So much for keeping her hidden... He muttered his annoyance before joining his men.

Kisa placed another tray of meat in the middle of the men, she also placed the bowl of salad, plates, and homemade garlic bread down. Taking a seat on the bench beside Slater, she watched the men dig in, happy she'd been able to feed them. All of a sudden, Slater held his plate out to her. "Eat." He spoke softly.

She stole one slice of his garlic bread and slowly ate it. One by one, the men introduced themselves to her. After they devoured the food, Slater was quick in telling them to get back to work. Kisa couldn't help but laugh at his behaviour. "Sit down, you're hurt."

"I'm fine." She replied.

He took the trays off her, "I told you to rest."

"Just let me clean up, Slater." Lust swamped him, he felt his member pulse as his name rolled off her tongue. She took the trays back and walked around him. He watched her round behind sway as she entered his house. The only thing that kept him from pushing her down onto all fours and ramming it in from behind, was the knowledge that she was in his home.

He made sure the barbeque was off before grabbing the remaining dishes and following her inside. Slater found her at the sink. Grinding his molars, he advanced on her. With one quick movement, he lifted her over his shoulder. She shrieked, demanding to be lowered. Her tiny fists bit into his lower back. Her disobedience played with his arousal like a toy, and so he spanked her ass. "Stop moving, okay."

"Okay, Slater." Her conciliatory tone sent a shot of lust right down to his hardening penis.

She was being sarcastic, playing a dangerous game. "Don't take me on, kitten. If you want another spank, then continue using that tone on me. Okay?" His grip tightened, he really hoped she'd use that tone once more.

"Okay." She hissed.

He groaned, "you like playing with fire, huh." Moving them across the room, Slater slammed Kisa down on the bed. His large body hovered over hers, "let's see just how much heat you can take..."

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