She still looks bewildered as I try to explain again. "I need a project manager."

"You said that but I don't get it. You can't need one. No one needs one. No one needs me. I have a unique set of skills and they are of precisely zero use to anyone."

I silence her with my finger to her lips. She blinks adorably back at me. "I have just signed a deal to build a set of holiday cabins on the lower slopes of the mountain and I need someone to help run the project. I was going to advertise but now I don't need to. You'll be perfect."

"You need a project manager?"

I nod.

"You're not making this up?"

I shake my head.

"But that's so unlikely, I can't believe..."

I butt in. "It's fate, I told you. You were meant to walk up the mountain today. That tree was struck by lightning to bring us together, I just know it."

"But why did you buy the house? Did you know that was the one I was going to view?"

"No but I needed one for the project manager to live in. I rang the agent and they said it was the best option."

"But you bought it? Just like that?"

"I bought it for whoever got the job. That's you. It's for you, Carrie. I can't have my project manager living out of her car now, can I?"

She throws her arms around me, still looking bewildered squeezing me tight. I hold her, feeling her warmth as she lets out a quiet sob.

"I was so pissed off with you," she says into my chest.

"Is that why you didn't ring?" I ask.

She looks up at me. "What? No. I lost your card, it blew out of the car. "How did you find me anyway?"

"It's a small village. Your car stands out." I shrug. I know the real answer. It's fate. We're meant to be together.

"You know I'm poor, right?" she says. "I'm not the type who can just buy a house out of the blue."

"I don't care about that. I care about you."

She goes to look away but I take her cheeks in my hands and kiss her softly, lingering on her lips, so glad I found her.

I had the house on my radar the entire time the planning applications were in but I didn't want to buy without knowing for sure that things were going ahead. Trust the seller to try renting it out while waiting, milking it for all it was worth. It didn't matter anymore though. She was going to live in it and if I had my way once the project was finished, she'd be living in the farmhouse with me.

"Want to look inside?" I ask, twirling a key in my hand.

"It's already yours?"

"Paperwork to do but no one's lived there for a while. It was a holiday let for ages before the tourists dried up." I grab a blanket from my car, knowing what I'm going to do as soon as I get her in there.

I unlock the door and she follows me inside. Once we're upstairs I nod towards the bed. "Dusty but serviceable," I say. "Want to try it?" I toss the blanket onto the bed, laying it out flat.

"I am quite tired," she says and I realise quickly she's winding me up. She reaches up and kisses me. "I can't believe this is happening," she says.

"Believe it," I say, my hands sliding over her shoulders, tugging at her top, pulling it up and over her head.

I lower my mouth to her nipples and lick circles around them, watching them harden as her breathing changes. "That is, if you want the job of course."

"I want it," she says quietly. "I want it more than anything."

"Then it's time for me to give it to you."

I push her down onto the bed so she's perching on the edge. Reaching down, I undo my trousers, pulling out my already hard cock.

"I'll never get used to seeing the size of that," she says, licking her lips.

I bring her head down to it and she takes it greedily into her mouth. It feels wet and warm in there and she expertly plays with me, her tongue doing things no one ever has. I feel myself getting close to coming just from sliding back and forth and I make her stop. "I don't want to come yet," I say as I shove her onto her back.

I slide my hands up her legs, grabbing her panties and yanking them down to her ankles. I toss them over my shoulder before kneeling down, burying my face between her legs.

I taste that sweetness of hers and I'm in heaven. I had worried I might never taste it again but here I am, bringing her gradually to orgasm as she squirms in place underneath me.

I flick my tongue over her clit, looking up in time to see her come. When she climaxes she lets out a moan that's more than I can take.

"Bend over the bed," I order, glad to see her obey at once.

With her skirt around her waist, I look at her ass for a second before sliding myself into her.

She groans into the blanket. "Fuck, that feels good," she says and I agree.

"Yes it does."

I start to thrust, not stopping until I feel I'm on the verge of coming. I force myself to pull out, my cock aching to climax as I slide my hand to her clit, pushing her down onto her front on the bed, my cock between her buttocks, my body crushing hers.

I use her copious wetness to tease her ass, dipping a finger into her tighter hole before moving my cock to it. I wait to see if she tells me not to but all she does is rock back against me, allowing the head of my tool to push past the resisting tightness. Then I'm in her ass and it's divine.

I rock gently back and forth, slowly going deeper as she writhes in place under me. The tight grip is too much to take for long but I manage to last another minute, just long enough for her to come once more.

When I bury myself in her, she climaxes and the motion of her muscles rhythmically contracting around my cock tips me over the edge.

I pull back and slam home as I come, spurting deep into her as she cries out my name.

Her voice fades as she pants for breath while I slowly slide out of her, rolling onto my side, facing her.

"Welcome to your new home," I say, kissing her softly.

"I think I'm going to like it here," she says. "There's one thing I want though."

"What's that?"

"For my Landlord to come and check on me like that every single day."

"I can do that," I reply. "After all, I see myself as a hands on kind of guy."