“So, are you going to show me the way out of here now that I’ve answered your question?” She plants a hand on her hip, and I can see the sweat gathering in the crevice of her collar bone from how hot it is out here.
“I guess I can. Since you asked so nicely,” I say with a smile. “It’s not far to the cabins from here.” We walk together, dead leaves crunching beneath our feet as we walk.
“What’s your name?” She asks.
“Jack.”
“I’m Lydia.”
I pretend like I don’t already know her name. Like it hasn’t been rolling around in my head since she stepped onto my property.
“That’s a beautiful name.”
I watch to see a blush take hold of her, staining her cheeks and chest, and take note of how I impact her. I fucking like it. I like it a lot and want to see how else I can affect her.
“So, you’re a scare actor? Do you work here year-round?”
I nod. “I do. This is my home.”
“Where do all the scare actors stay, you know when they’re not chasing people around like a weirdo.”
I clutch my chest. “Did you just call me a weirdo?”
A small smile tugs at her lips. “Yeah. I guess I did. Normally people don’t spend their time chasing around other people.”
“I’ve never been good at doing what other people do.”
“So, scaring people, that’s your forte?”
“Oh yeah. I can really get your blood pumping when I want to.”
She raises an eyebrow at me. “Is that so?”
“Want me to test it out on you? I bet I can make you scream so loud that your voice goes hoarse.”
She tucks her lower lip behind her top teeth. “Are you always like this with guests?”
“No.”
“No?” She gives me a look like she doesn’t believe me. But it’s true. Most guests I couldn’t give less of a fuck about. She’s the first one I’ve taken the time to talk to. To become interested in. And there’s that uncanny way she resembles Jane. And while I know that Jane can never be replaced, seeing Lydia felt like a sign from the heavens. Like I’m meant to know her. Even justbeing in her presence wakes something inside me that I thought was long dead. Desire.
“I can promise you, I never talk to any of the guests.”
“So, then why are you talking to me?”
I grip her wrist and turn her to face me. She spins easily into my hold, looking up at me in surprise. I trace her face with my pointer finger.
“Because, beauty, I wanted to see what it would be like to have you look at me.”
She swallows hard and her chest rises and falls quicker. A bead of sweat trickles down her front, disappearing between her breasts.
“Well, I’m looking at you. What now?”
“Now? We kiss.”
She inhales and her eyes go wide. My thumb traces her jawline and up to her plush bottom lip. Her mouth parts and her breathing becomes shallow.
Her lids are heavy as I lean down, gripping her about the neck to help grant me better access to her mouth before our lips meet. She opens for me, moving her lips against mine. Her hand winds up against the nape of my neck and I feel her nails scrape gently along my skin, making me moan into her mouth. I’m so starved for touch that I find myself pressing her backwards up against a tree.
