Kidnapped - Sex Stories

Kidnapped

... dessert.

"Why are you working here?"

"It was the only job I could find."

"But your cooking skills, why couldn't you use them?"

"I don't have a qualification." She said in obvious frustration. "I love to cook, it is my favorite thing in the whole world. But, I've never actually worked as a chef, or cook. I have no references, nothing to offer an employer."

"How long did you work in the hospital kitchen?"

"Three years."

"Did they not give you some training?"

"Yes, but there was no formal qualifications."

I shrugged stoically. "It doesn't matter it's irrelevant for what I was thinking."

"What are you talking about?"

"I have been giving your circumstances a lot of thought since returning home. The food you offered me while I was at your house was amazing. I love food, I eat out a lot. The food you served me was delicious."

She blushed, but her face showed the embarrassing guilt. "I'm sorry Sasha."

"Stop saying that Daisy. In a crazy way. I'm glad it happened. I found out what an ass, Grant, was. I met you and it has made me take a different look at the world."

"I feel so disgusted with myself though. We held you prisoner. Scared you, I saw the horror, the fright every time I opened your door."

"Forget it, lets try to put aside how we met and focus on the future. Can we do that?"

She nodded imperceptibly.

"Good, you talked a little about how your farm is now to small to operate as a farm?"

Again the unhappy sad ...

... nod.

"What about if we were to turn the property into a farm stay holiday destination and restaurant. The farm would be big enough to operate as a market garden supplying fresh vegetables for the restaurant. Huge gardens for the guests to enjoy. Little walks for them."

Looking confused, she asked. "How the hell do you think I could afford to do that? It'd cost god knows how much."

"What if we were partners. You and me?"

"Partners." She spluttered unconvinced. "I don't understand any of this Sasha."

"I did a lot of research on small farms in this area. I knew your farm was in this broad area. So I dug around, explored ways of making your circumstances work. You're right. The farm isn't viable as a farm. It would be ideal as a market garden. You could grow more than you'd ever need for a restaurant. That would give you a small side income."

"Who's gonna pay for all this? Because I haven't got any idea."

"Daisy, once Grant, and my apartment is sold, I'll have nearly one hundred thousand dollars to put towards it. My in-laws have generously set aside the pre-nup in regards to me."

"You don't think it would look a little suspicious. You investing in a farm way out here?"

"I've thought of that. You need to create a dating AP profile that I can discover. That's how we met if anybody ever asked."

"But you're not gay."

"Who said? Daisy, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind. Ever since I saw those gorgeous eyes staring at me from within that ...