Lady's POV
I stood at the tall arched window of my sunroom, with a glass of chilled white wine in my hand, watching Anderson work among the rose beds in my garden.
The late afternoon sun painted his bare shoulders in warm gold, highlighting the wide splay of muscle beneath his skin as he pruned the climbers with careful, gentle cuts.
Sweat glistened along the line of his spine, soaking into the waistband of his worn work trousers.
At twenty-eight, he was beautifully made, very honest and strong from labor, yet there was a softness in how he moved when he knew I was near. A quiet yielding that made something deep inside me tighten with possessive hunger.
He had been with me for eight months now. What began as hiring a skilled gardener had blossomed into a very easy boss/employee rela
