Just One Dance

14. Blooming Obsession 2

Scarlett decided she was going to sleep in today, but the noise from the construction going on outside had kept her awake for a while now. There was no use trying to fall asleep anymore, so she got up and told the workers that lunch would be on her for today. They normally ordered their lunch, but Scarlett felt generous.

She opted to prepare something that wouldn't be too heavy on their stomachs since they were doing hard labor. She didn't want to be the reason that they were a day behind, because they couldn't digest what they ate. Better yet, she should ask them what they wanted.

Scarlett had a shower and was dressed in an old pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Comfortable was what she was going for. She exited through the back door and saw the lead contractor.

"Hey. Good morning." She greeted Mr. Stephens, who insisted that she call him by his first name.

"Good morning Ms. Olivia." Mr. Stephens greeted. Scarlett narrowed her eyes at him.

"So, let me get this straight. You call me Ms. Olivia and yet I can't call you Mr. Stephens?" Scarlett asked arms akimbo.

"I didn't say you couldn't. I said you shouldn't." Mr. Stephens clarified.

"Right." Scarlett couldn't win with this man so she decided to change the topic. He always had logical arguments to back up everything. He was in the wrong line of profession. "Anyway, I decided I'm going to make lunch for your crew. What would you like to have?" Scarlett asked.

"That is so generous of you, but you don't have to do that. I'm not trying to cause you any inconvenience." Mr. Stephens said.

He had a niece that he wished was even half of who Scarlett was. His niece was lazy but she loved to spend money. Unlike Scarlett who worked hard. Mr. Stephens knew what kind of work she did, but that didn't deter his good thoughts about her. Any type of work is work.

"I'm not going to be inconvenienced. I offered, remember." Scarlett said, smiling at Mr. Stephens.

"In that case, some sandwiches will do." Mr. Stephens was trying not to give her too much work, which was thoughtful of him, but as Scarlett told him before, she didn't mind.

"Do you like iced tea?" She asked.

"I sure do." Mr. Stephens said, his grin resembling a Cheshire cat. Scarlett could tell that he made the girls go crazy back in his younger days.

"I'll be back soon." Scarlett went inside the house and got to work.

She made them various types of sandwiches in case any one of them didn't eat something she prepared. With some help from one of the men, Scarlett had a table outside to put the food on. They dug in as soon as she placed it down. She went inside to have hers.

In a little over two months, there will be no more noise as the house will have been completed by then. She could get to relax in her dream home. A house built by her with her own money. It couldn't get any better than that.

Scarlett sat on her back porch, watching as the men worked. She normally would have joined them and handed them whatever tools they needed, but today she felt like relaxing. She picked up the book she was reading and opened it, starting right where she left off.

Aside from dancing, reading was one of her favorite things to do. She felt serene whenever she had a book in her hands. The story entrapped Scarlett so much, she felt like she was one of the characters in the book. She felt every emotion they felt while she read.

If Scarlett didn't love what she did, she would have become a writer. Maybe she could write a book. Not anytime soon though. Dancing was her main priority and she would focus all her energy on that.

Scarlett's thoughts went back to Jacob. No matter what she did, she couldn't forget him. She told herself that he didn't deserve a space in her mind, but he overtook her brain. He made a very lasting impression s*xually. One that would live with Scarlett for the rest of her life. Otherwise, he was a jerk.

Ever since she had s*x with Jacob, all she could think about was him filling her to the max. The way he so ruthlessly pumped his c*ck inside her. Scarlett m*********d at night to those images and they had her c*ming in no time. Just thinking about his thick c*ck made Scarlett feel like she had to take care of her 'problem' and change her panties soon.

She shouldn't have been turned on at the moment, especially with near to a dozen men in her backyard, but she couldn't help it. And after finding out that he had a fiance, she should have expelled the memories of him from her mind, but how could she do the impossible? She tried, but it proved to be beyond the bounds of possibility.

Scarlett thought of entering the house with the intention of fingering herself. She took a peek at the men who were busy at work. It was a good thing they were distracted. She slipped inside unnoticed and made sure all of the doors were locked. The closer Scarlett got to her bedroom, the more her urge increased. She opened her drawer, which was filled with all kinds of s*x toys, and retrieved her high-intensity bullet vibrator.

Scarlett regretted putting on jeans. If she knew that she would have been in the predicament she was in, she would just have worn a dress. There would be no need for it to be removed. After removing her jeans and underwear, Scarlett took the bottle of lube from the dresser and poured a generous amount on the bullet. Not that she needed it as she was already wet.

She lay back on the bed, making sure she was comfortably propped up on the pillows. Scarlett wasted no time opening her legs and ran a finger through her folds to prove how wet she was. She was dripping. She turned on the vibrator to the highest speed it had.

Scarlett jolted as she rested the bullet against her cl*t. It wasn't high intensity for nothing. She felt like she wouldn't last long at all. She lifted her t-shirt which she had forgotten to take off in all her eagerness. She pinched her n*pples at the same time she inserted the vibrator and nearly exploded from the pleasure it gave her.

"F*ck yes." Scarlett remembered that she had to keep the noise down. Although the men were loud, she didn't know when a tool would be powered off and her screams would overpower them.

She pumped the vibrator into herself with the same rhythm she imagined Jacob would use; relentlessly. Scarlett didn't stop until she was silently screaming Jacob's name. It was a good thing the machines were on outside because at that rate they would have heard her.

Scarlett was in a hazed-out state when there was a knock on the door. She had forgotten the men downstairs for a minute. She wondered if they had heard her despite her telling herself that she didn't make a lot of noise. She redressed herself, washed her hands, and went to open the door. Mr. Stephens was standing on the back porch.

"Something happened at home. I need to leave." He said.

"That's fine. As a matter of fact, tell the other men they can have the rest of the day off too. You guys have worked so hard." Scarlett said.

"Thank you. We're way ahead too. The house will be finished sooner than we talked about." Mr. Stephens told Scarlett.

"That's great. The sooner, the better. Anyway, I hope everything is OK." Scarlett said sincerely.

"Thanks, Olivia." Scarlett gasped.

Mr. Stephens winked at her playfully and then left. She could tell he was a good man. She wished he was her father. Scarlett sighed. There was no use crying over spilled milk. Scarlett sighed. She decided to start preparing her things for later at the club.

"At least two things are going great in my life; my house and my job."