"He's out of the house right now, but I can keep you company till he gets home." Ians says.
"Uh, sure." You say. You're having a very hard time keeping your eyes off his muscular chest.
"Just leave your bags in the hall," Ian said. "I still have a bit of work to do, then maybe we can hang out a bit after." he says, he gives you a bright smile that makes you nearly fall apart.
"Sounds like a party." you say, half joking. You follow him outside, and too a rose garden. "So, do you take care of all them by yourself?" You say, trying to make small talk.
"Nah, theres more guys on the garden crew, i'm just the only one working today." Ian says. He bends over and starts pulling weeds. His shirt moves up a bit as he does, showing the bottom of his tan, muscular back. You have to force yourself to pull your eyes away.
"So, uh..." you take a quick look around and see what you could use as a topic starter. You see a odd kind of plant, it looks like a rose, except it's purple, doesn't have any thorns, and the flower is a lot thicker and wider then a normal rose. "So what kind of plant is that? I've never seen one like that before." You say and point to it
"Oh, that? Thats Mr. Geoffs favorite flower, it's a corrpulent rose. He won't let any of the workers touch it, cares for it himself" He says.
"He's that obsessive over a flower?" You say.
"Thats not just any flower, it's really rare, and-" but he cuts himself off.
"And...?" You ask him
"Nothing, you'll find out later." he says then keeps on gardening.
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