Chapter 17 - justin

"You're Emma?" asked a young, attractive-looking guy, no more than twenty-two years old. He was moving forwards with his hand outstretched. "My name is Justin. I'm the new farm hand," he explained.

Emma looked around. She didn't usually see people working this close to the house. Justin was just on the edge of where she allowed the farm hands to go, without coming too close to the house. But, the young man was new and she decided to be polite enough to shake the guy's hand and acknowledge him, without jumping down his throat about the rules.

"This place is fantastic!" Justin gushed trying to look over towards the house and the pig shed with interest. "You and your husband must love it here!" His smile was cheeky and suggestive, his eyes travelling down to check her out.

Emma stared back, unimpressed.

"But it sure is hot here!" Justin sighed, pulling off his sweat-drenched t-shirt to reveal his fine, toned torso underneath. "I've moved all the way from Maine for this job," he continued, wiping the sweat from his brow. "I'm not really used to this heat."

There was no denying it now, Justin was trying to flirt with her. He must have heard from the other farm hands how much Troy had let himself go, and thought he was in with a chance. Emma could just imagine the other guys encouraging him to do so.

Emma replied courteously to the enforced small talk, but made no real effort to prolong things, turning and signifying her intention to walk away.

"Tell me though," Justin cried, suddenly anxious that Emma was about to leave. "Do you like what you see?" he asked, presenting his body arrogantly.

Emma sighed. She'd tried to keep things civil, but the guy had really not taken the hint. She had dealt with many guys like Justin in her time. "Not really!" she spat, walking away. "Speak to me like that again and you're on the first flight back to Maine," she threatened, looking back and catching the expression on Justin's face.

The young man seemed delighted by her sharp tongue.