Mark had his favorite bike shipped down from Houston and stopped to pick it up at the airport. He secured it on the trailer hitch and headed home. Mark cell rang and he answered it.
"Hello." Mark said.
"Hey Mark, I'm not bothering you am I?" Kayla said.
"No sweetheart, your not." Mark said smiling.
"I'm up at the house fixing something to eat. Can I use the washing machine and dryer?" Kayla asked.
Mark sighed.
"Kayla I'm going to put ya across my knee and tan your hide when I get home." Mark said.
"Why what did I do?" Kayla asked bewildered.
"What did I tell ya the other day?" Mark asked.
Kayla sighed. "You said if I needed anything at the house I could use it and I didn't have to ask." Kayla said.
"Exactly." Mark said.
"Well I just didn't want to take over your whole house without asking." Kayla said.
"Kayla you are stubborn and hardheaded. I'll be home in a while." Mark said.
"Okay." Kayla said hanging up.
Mark shook his head. He didn't want Kayla to be walking on eggshells all the time. He wanted her to feel at home. He didn't want her feeling like she had to ask him for anything.
Kayla pulled the fried chicken out of the pan and laid it on a plate covered with paper towels. She turned and started peeling the boiled potatoes. She was making potato salad. She hoped Mark wasn't serious. He sounded mad. She was just trying to be polite by asking him about using the washing machine, she didn't want to over step her bounds, and after all she was his employee now. She was planning a picnic down by the stream that ran through the property. She was going to ask Mark to go, but she didn't know if she should now. He probably wouldn't want to go anyway. She fixed a plate and decided to take it out to Mr. Elmer.
"Hey Kayla." Mr. Elmer said.
"Hi." Kayla said and handed him the plate.
"Thanks sweetie." He said.
Mr. Elmer had been at the funeral. He was a close friend of her father's.
"Why don't you come up to the house and eat. It's so hot out." Kayla said.
Naw, I'm fine." Mr.Elmer said sitting down on a bale of hay.
Mr. Elmer was about the same age as her father. He had graying hair and bright blue eyes. Kayla had known him her whole life.
"I see Champ is still rambling around." Mr. Elmer said.
Kayla sat down on the ground.
"Yea. He's still hopping around." Kayla said grinning.
"How are you doing honey?" Mr. Elmer asked.
"I'm fine." Kayla said.
"Mr. Callaway seems like a nice man. He seems very concerned about you." Mr. Elmer said.
"He gave me a job and a place to stay." Kayla said.
"I know this is hard for you honey. If you ever need anything all you have to do is call me." Mr. Elmer said.
"Kayla smiled up at him.
"Thanks." She said.
"That was good Kayla, your still the best cook around these parts." Mr. Elmer said handing her the plate back.
"Thanks. I'll see ya later." Kayla said heading back to the house.
Kayla seen Mark's truck parked near the garage. He was busy taking his bike off the trailer hitch and didn't see her. Maybe if she hurried she could get her clothes and the food packed up before he got in the house. She didn't want to take the chance that he was serious earlier. She went in the house and took her clothes out of the dryer and threw them in the basket. She was unaware that Mark had walked in the laundry room.
Mark caught his breath. Kayla had on cutoff shorts and a tank top. He looked at her shapely ass bent over the dryer. Mark felt himself getting hard. Kayla stood up and grabbed the basket and turned around. She squealed when she seen Mark standing there. She about dropped the basket.
"Yyou scared me." Kayla stuttered out.
Mark grinned.
"Did I now." Mark said looking at her intently.
He stood in the doorway with his arms crossed.
They stood the just staring at each other.
"Uhh can I get by?" Kayla asked.
Mark moved to one side.
"Of course little one." Mark said.
Kayla scooted by him.
Mark smiled and turned and followed her.